It's a cocky funk tune that wouldn't be worth its 17 minutes if the soloists weren't Miles Davis and Wayne Shorter. H e found it with the young musicians who formed his quintet in And Carter supplied the group with a harmonic center, becoming, in Williams' words, its "checkpoint Charlie. On the other hand, this druggy, undulating succession of ostinatos is as "difficult," as dissonant and woolly, as anything the quintet recorded, suggesting both the psychedelia of King Crimson and the minimalism of Steven Reich. W hen Davis formed this band, he had racked up an enviable series of accomplishments. More than any other jazz musician of the day, Davis captivated the paparazzi , which faithfully reported on his goings-on, his taste for Italian suits, and his richly cultivated contempt for whites who didn't get it. In the revolutionary age of free jazz, with its joyful defiance of form and radical embrace of pure sound, the Davis quintet seemed just a bit too polished. Davis' sextet recording, Kind of Blue , became, with its haikulike lyricism, synonymous with cool and provided a soundtrack for nearly every party with intellectual pretensions. Sure, it drags a bit without the volatile repartee of the earlier albums.
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