Miles Davis: London, Hammersmith Odeon
Richard Cook, NME, 7 May 1983
MILES RUNS the voodoo down down down ... and here I am, somewhere way up in the high heights of the Odeon (gee I hate it up here), and just at the moment when the percussionist of the Miles Davis band has wound up a particularly pointless and blob-fingered routine of thrurmthrum panel-beating and the audience is going apeshit around me, I think and grieve on – is it the lost greatness of Davis or my misunderstanding of a giant, unmistakenly firing on some cylinders but still so hopelessly adrift in the shallows of what he and us expect 'Miles' to be now?
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