What an LP: Apart from the typical rather fast second track (strangely enough most miles davis albums have a faster track at A2. Think of Freddy Freeloader on Kind of Blue or salt peanuts on steamin) it's so smooth and quiet, that you'd need an inner city penthouse with a perfect skyline view, a glas of good scotch and a beautiful girl next to you, to enjoy it properly. But even if you have neither, it still is one of the best albums of good old Miles. It just transports so much feeling, that you can instantly imagine miles playing the trumpet, eyes closed totally concentrated on the notes that gently sweep from his trumpet through the mic onto the record and from there into your ears. If you had to put together a list of the top 5 jazz records, this album would have to be on there. Even at a higher ranking than kind of blue, perhaps.