Lenny Kravitz's "The Chamber" Fires Off a Lethal Tongue Lashing

Strut, indeed. Lenny Kravitz does his fair share of it during "The Chamber", Shakespearean theater like he's never presented it before. If any one of a number of today's rockers could mimeograph both the bass and rhythm guitar they'd be financially set. The longer you allow them to build up in your bloodstream the juicier they become. Lenny keeps the pacing racehorse fast which means his scorned woman isn't going to escape his wrath that easily. Nimble guitars bounce around octaves, each sojourn equally blissful to the ear. "The Chamber" makes achingly graphic reference to that last bullet which shattered his empathy suited glass heart. He's electric in his contempt for the lack of morals displayed by the woman who wronged him. Any shot at last ditch reconciliation disintegrated long ago. "The Chamber" victoriously proves how lethargy busting soul grooves can emerge from a throbbing open wound, romantic disappointment often being the culprit. This isn't It Ain't Over ('Til It's Over) Lenny Kravitz. You can bank on it not being "Again" era Lenny Kravitz. In fact mood wise, "The Chamber" is its blistering ice hearted polar opposite. "The Chamber" epitomizes entanglement finality, which is why the animated brio it pulls off is a startling, delectable surprise. It's a bit premature for Mr. Kravitz to strut all the way to the bank but "The Chamber" gives me reason to think "Strut" will turn out to be the latest link on his stupendous platinum path.