The opening is a declaration of intent: rock and roll is dead, rock and roll is dead, so do we go home or try to give it some oxygen? The beautiful and magnificent, phantasmagoric Lenny Kravitz has opted for the second solution. Circus, his fourth album in six years of his career, draws as much as, if not more than, the others from the grand mix of sounds of the sixties; it even seems like one of the great records that has been given the usual wax finish.
Instead, it's a real album of the era, accidentally recorded in 1995, with many ghosts hovering over this fantastic work. The lesson of the Beatles has been perfectly absorbed, and if "The Resurrection" bore the signature of Jimmy Page and Robert Plant, no one would have noticed. The sound is beautiful, hard, direct, energetic. All the fundamentals of rock are there; it's not about playing softly.
Like Prince, Lenny is a genius musician, and with him, he shares not only the color of his skin but also the ability to be devilishly sexy. Just look at the photos in the booklet to believe it. Lenny, I'm here waiting for you every hour with an emptiness in my stomach that is just waiting to be filled by you.
"The title track... drags on a repetitive and decadent riff, until it strips you of every positive emotion, and in the end, you agree with him... this world sucks!!!"
"His only true hope and faith which is God... in 'God Is Love'... a typical 'cut your veins' song that makes the soul vibrate."