Aw, man. I really, really wanted to like this episode. It had such promise. Our guys all together, fighting off Lucifer, some comedy with the '80's rock cliches... but what I got was kind of a snooze-fest. I just wasn't impressed with most of this episode.
So, the story is that Lucifer returns from where he was banished to the ocean, and drinks in the glory of being adored as Vince Vicente. He makes one of his die-hard stalker fans cut herself to prove her devotion, and plans on hosting a reunion concert with his band so he can trap a bunch of people in a concert hall and kill them all. Crowley, Cas, Sam, and Dean all go to LA to try and head him off. They succeed in rescuing the crowd, but Lucifer flees Vince's breaking body and escapes their grasp.
A basic plot, which would be fine if I felt like it was going somewhere. The thesis of this episode, if you will, is that Lucifer has no plan. He's just chaotic evil, now. Wasn't that kind of Amara's thing? She just messed with the world because it was there to mess with? Sam contends that Lucifer not having a plan is scarier than Lucifer with a motive, but I just don't see it. He's simply not threatening. I never got the sense that any of our characters were in actual danger, here. With Mark Pelligrino, Misha Collins, or even Jared Padalecki playing Lucifer, I knew that shit could get very real very fast. But in this episode, Rick Springfield's Lucifer barely even dented Cas and Crowley. I mean, sure, Crowley got pretty bloodied up, but why didn't Lucifer just kill them all on the spot? Or at least kill Crowley and Cas, and maybe Dean? I could understand Lucifer's fascination with Sam stopping him from just snapping his fingers and having done with it, but that doesn't mean he has to be such a wimp!