This was the first Miles I bought, in black vinyl when it was released in '68. Why I was drawn to buy it, I don't know. I knew little about jazz and nothing about Miles's music. As a new release, the album was on prominently display in the shop and somehow, mesemerised by the cover [which I still find deeply enigmatic], I felt I had to buy it. I have played it constantly, ever since.
It has taken me years come to some modest understanding of this music, long after the extraordinary feeling conveyed by it had captivated me. The striking aspect of this album is the pivotal role played by drummer Tony Williams. It's remarkable that, at 17 years old, Williams's playing forms the canvas upon which Miles Davis, Herbie Hancock and Wayne Shorter paint the forms and colours of this sublime music. Dave Holland's bass provides the rythmic underpinning, occasionally being visited by Williams, before he rejoins the others in the forefront of the picture.
Nefertiti is no K of B. One doesn't relax straight into it on first hearing, as anyone surely does with that earlier album. It presents a complexity that K o B does not have, despite the K o B band having four solo voices, including the giant talent of Coltrane. The primary role that Williams plays on Neferetiti seems disturbing at first but [for me] the beautiful logic and feeling contained in this music has gradually revealed itself and has become endlessly rewarding and essential to my enjoyment of Miles Davis.