He’s had the leather jacket longer than you’ve had a backbone. Lenny Kravitz stepped into Royal Arena with his guitar as if it were an extension of his hip bone and his sunglasses glued to his face. It was rock, it was retro, it was… a little like going to a concert with a mirror image of yourself from 2002.
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Disclaimer: Apropos Magazine received access or a review copy. As always, we share our own impressions — unfiltered.
Six stars
There’s nothing to fault in the style. Lenny Kravitz still looks like he could date both your mother and your daughter — with consent and charm. He has the voice, the charisma, and the band behind him. Everything that should make the whole thing explode.
But the concert at Royal Arena remained an echo of something that once felt sharp and horny, but now came across as… well-produced and a little too safe. Of course we got the classics — Fly Away, American Woman, Are You Gonna Go My Way — and the audience sang along, as you do when you’ve paid more than 700 kroner for a ticket and still remember MTV.
It’s not that it was bad. It just wasn’t really dangerous either. You missed the unexpected. The sweaty nervousness. That feeling of, “What the hell is he doing now?” — instead of, “Ah yes, I know this song.”
The new tracks were delivered with professional conviction, but the audience spent the time finding their beer or filming the old ones. And that may be a symptom of the concert’s biggest weakness: it had nothing at stake. It was a greatest-hits show disguised as a comeback.
Reflection
Lenny Kravitz is still cool. And that may be the problem. Because coolness was precisely what once made him dangerous. Now it has become polished. He is a legend — and he knows it. But on this particular night, he failed to surprise. To crumple his own image. To get dirty.
3 out of 5 Apropos stars for style, energy and nostalgia — and a quiet prayer that next time will be a little more imperfect.
