REVIEW

Cool takes a serious left turn here. Miles was, at this point, was on top of the jazz world, riding the accolades from the epochal 'Kind of Blue'. While Miles was at a creative peak, his band was falling apart. John Coltrane and Cannonball Adderley left to strike out on their own, and there was Miles. "What next?" he must have thought..What did come next for Mies was a patchwork series of scattered recording sessions based around the the technically concise arrangements of Gil Evans, Miles' longtime musical partner. His dynamic orchestra plays along side of what remained of he first quintet, Chambers, Cobb, Jones. Jazz meets a grey spanish afternoon, November winds slicing the remaining leaves from the trees as a slow strut curls around a spanish villa, taking the music away from the people there and making it their own. Jazz disappears here, and what rises is like nothing else. At times, Miles sounds technically challenged by the music, and if anything, rises to and surpasses the moment. Creating passages within songs too tempting to walk away from. Listen again and again, it's never the same. I can feel the bastard hot sun beating on my head listening to 'Solea' Close my eyes and im in the middle of nowhere, only the music around me (am i fuckin crazy or what?) And I can see the ladies, taking siesta, readying themselves for the nights festivities. But you won't find them here. Only the slow hiss of the day running away from the night just as fast as it can without ever escaping.