This is miserable melodic thrash metal stuff, really a middle-rate record with pompous, tenderly operatic vocals and all bells and whistles that I’ve come to expect and actually dread from such mail-frenzied Canadian outfits…Honest enough for its outright dishonest form I suppose, but no cigar, not even a little wet, brown cigarillo, and also no points for the included disclaimer that it’s “An Epic in six parts”, nor even the vaguely political or mythical ambitions of their included lyric (“As far as the mind leads, Across seven seas, Empire Rising…”) which just further depresses me and draws my attention to the pastel-airbrush artwork on the cover. Ah hell, all this negativity brings me down but it’s the dirty reality and you’ve gotta deal with it: not worth anyone’s time, all’s well, get different jobs – move along…

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Miles Davis is a genius, or at least an extremely talented artist. Sketches of Spain� is one of the most well-known albums of Miles Davis. If some already jumped into the conclusion that the 1960 record issued by Columbia is a masterpiece, let me contradict them right away. Sketches of Spain� is surely not an atrocious piece of garbage, but certainly can�t stand comparison with such impeccable works of art as �Kind of Blue� and �Bitches� Brew�.

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