dropped his third solo album, “Harry’s House,” in May, celebrating it with a release-day concert at the new UBS Arena in Long Island.
But he managed to turn MSG into an intimate room where every one of his screaming and squealing fans — decked out in feather boas, sequins and glitter, whatever the gender — felt seen and heard in a communal safe space.“Good evening, New York.
My name is Harry,” said the ridiculously charming superstar — who obviously needed no introduction — to one of many deafening roars. “Please feel free to be who you always wanted to be in this room tonight.”In that moment, you could feel the Cult of Harry.
He may be a millennial heartthrob, but he is bringing back the peace and free love vibes of the ’60s. Therein lies the power of Styles, who is not the best singer, not the best musician, and certainly not the best dancer.
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