Lenny Kravitz is a model behind which hides an excellent guitarist;
a lover of music that has made history, bearing the names of Hendrix, Lennon, and Prince, paying tribute to them in many of his songs, which for some evoke memories and for others are simply the search for a sound never found, that goes to brush off the past to make it sound new and special, perhaps for those to whom these names don't mean much (if there are any).
Personally, I listened to Lenny Kravitz with the much-criticized "5", which holds something good for me, and then I rediscovered his previous works, which I also appreciated, despite the mix of sounds: not exactly innovative and not always very successful, but they manage to be listened to.
Curious, I bought this CD, "Lenny", well the title doesn't impress in terms of depth, just as his pumped-up face on the cover doesn't impress,
which probably made a lot of young girls fantasize;
The album opens well with a good easy rock of "Battlefield Of Love" which hints at the unique theme of this album (love), but it's with the next track that I begin to have doubts, and indeed it takes little to discover that what could have been great tracks like "If I Could Fall In Love," "Believe In Me," are unnecessarily burdened by electronic sounds that pop up all over this album, losing those vintage atmospheres that marked the success of this artist, and so even songs that were supposed to sound direct like "Dig In" or "Pay To Play" end up being pompous and make you wrinkle your nose;
there's little else: the soul influences that for years made him hailed as a "new icon of black music" have now disappeared to make way for a crude electronic sound that buries all the interesting cues like the riffs present in "You Where in My Heart," or in a confused and inconclusive pop rock.
For me, this album is among Lenny Kravitz's worst works and even the singles extracted between a filler and another, certainly won't stick with me no matter how much they might have been bombarded on the radio, but they only leave a bitter taste for what they could have been if arranged differently.
Probably the fact of being self-producer and handling all the sounds has the flaw of eliminating anyone who can give you a different opinion, and maybe give you a slap to get you back in the studio to improve the album.