Though many had written it off as a redundant body of work used to gather promotion and get out of Frank’s Def Jam contract, Endless is a loose and near formless set of songs that does not so much reach for the stars, as it begins light-years away from contemporary R&B, with the track “At Your Best (You Are Love)”. The instrumental does not step in the way of Frank’s earth-shattering vocal performance on this song, it is blissful yet heart-wrenching. The project is built from ethereal sounds and voices, that swim around the mix. The marching, icy piano on “Alabama” backs Frank’s layered vocals, toppling over one another, creating a moment of claustrophobia; it blossoms to reveal Sampha’s lustrous vocals. This album’s tracklist is spontaneous, bolstered with short tracks, but some of the most minuscule moments are the most profound. Like the track “Comme Des Garçons”, a sprightly track with a buoyant beat which Frank flows over like pool water, describing a seemingly brief romantic experience. The lyrics and storytelling is up to Frank Ocean standards, providing remarkable vignettes, and displaying him thinking both about the big picture and little details of life. “Wither” is a jazzy, slow burner, featuring a warm guitar, melancholy chords and potent lyrics, wrapped in an endearing, demo-quality foil. While Endless is a schizophrenic album, whose messy qualities and lack of cohesion take away from the overall experience, it is a confounding plunge into the avant-garde.