It's really started to wash over me as an album. I agree with the sentiments that it's a nocturnal album benefitting from solitude and immersion, but I think there's enough substance here that certain songs do still work individually. I think the biggest hurdle was understanding it as a companion and in ways antithesis to A Seat at the Table. That album felt immediately essential upon release, while When I Get Home plays its hand in the title. It's hypothetical and loosely constructed, fragments of memory that seem to pass by as quickly as they appear. I think repeated plays will benefit it for most people, as those moments tend to hinge on familiarity for full impact. I also stanned Negro Swan though, so it's fully possible When I Get Home isn't going to ever click with the same audience whose first exposure to Solange was A Seat At the Table. But at the very least, Way to the Show and Almeda are among her best songs yet.