A bit of hope is coming from whatever dark depths of an elusive hole R&B artist Frank Ocean has dug himself into. His Grammy-winning producer James Ho, known as Malay, told Pitchfork on Tuesday, that since completing Zayn Malik's first solo album Mind of Mine, he's focusing on making sure Ocean's sophomore album finally sees the light of day.
When that day arrives, however, is still anyone's guess — including Malay's. "I always tell people: When he's ready, the world is gonna get it," he told the music publication. "It could be tomorrow ... well not tomorrow but maybe a month. We've all been working hard. He's been working super hard. I feel like he's working harder than he's ever worked in his life. I'm excited for everyone to hear it. I think people are going to be pleasantly surprised, for sure."
Frank Ocean was spotted in New York City on March 16, proving he is, in fact, still alive and living on Earth.
Take that hypothetical release date with the tiniest grain of salt. Last year, Ocean teased fans, saying dual versions of his album could be dropping in July 2015, but instead of Ocean's ethereal waves crashing ashore, timelines were instead flooded with hysterical music fans thirstily begging for new music from the mysterious Channel Orange singer.
His most loyal fans certainly won't forget the pain felt deep in their hearts when his website suddenly turned into a non-functioning pop up shop, causing everyone to believe new music was imminent, and would be coming with some fresh swag.
But Ocean has been hard at work developing a new sound for his second album, all while maintaining the identity he created for Orange, according to Malay. "A lot of the stuff on this new album was done with a handheld mic sitting in the control room," he told Pitchfork. "Frank's exploring different vibes completely on this album."
To be frank, it seems there is only one person who knows when arguably one of the most anticipated albums of the decade will be released, and that's Ocean. Until then, we'll be holding onto the edge of our seats — but nobody's holding their breath.