Mr Kravitz has, we gather, been driven to revive his revolving Ringolike message of love and peace as an antidote to what is, for some, a tortuous time in America. Musically many songs hark back to the sounds and themes of his fine first five albums, though others update his sonics and soul in new directions. Admirably he doesn’t moan on specifics in the lyrics, doesn’t thrust anti-Trumpism front and centre—even his hopeful requests to stop bombing and reassess the Middle East situation are couched in terms that would have fit the global situation as well when he released his first album in 1989 as for this 11th, and sadly probably for the rest of all our natural lives. All the more achievement to do this with deliberate optimism, peace and love, rather than rancour and hate. Hands in the air, people, feel the vibration, and perhaps we can lift up the Pentagon.