Classic Album Review: Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew Stands as Pop Music’s Greatest Crossover

A record not just for jazz purists and rock snobs, but for anyone curious enough to listen with full ears and no expectations.

Classic Album Review: Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew Stands as Pop Music’s Greatest Crossover
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Even though he’s considered by many to be the genre’s North Star, Miles Davis always had a complicated and fascinating relationship with jazz. Whether he was laying the groundwork for cool jazz or advancing modal jazz on landmark recordings like Milestones and Kind of Blue, Davis’ relentless boundary pushing kept the jazz world on its toes for decades. Most of his innovations were warmly welcomed and celebrated, but others challenged even his most ardent defenders to follow him into new arenas. Almost 30 years after his death, Davis remains both a jazz hero and a wily maverick. He is both the genre’s most famous advocate and its biggest antagonist.

But Davis’ greatest musical innovation shook not just jazz, but popular music as a whole, to its core. By the late 1960s, Davis started tickling the space between jazz and rock. His first official move into fusion, 1969’s In a Silent Way, was a calm, meditative but still stunning breakaway from the more traditional jazz avenues he’d spent his career up to that point exploring. But if In a Silent Way was a soft landing into new musical territory, it was only a prelude to the raucous splash he made on Bitches Brew, the ripple effect from which continues to reverberate outward 50 years later.

An improvisational landmark colored by guitar, bass, drums, horns, keyboards, and wind instruments, Bitches Brew is the sound of the gap closing considerably on two musical universes long thought to be islands to one another. Jazz, after all, was deep, emotive, and sophisticated. Rock and roll was wild and incorrigible, a cheap thrill. Whether Bitches Brew elevated rock or lowered jazz to the former’s level might still be worth debating to some. But what’s less debatable is how it smashed musical barriers, opening up new avenues for generations of bands and musicians of all stripes to explore.

Recorded just weeks after Woodstock in August 1969, the record was the first in jazz history to be truly colored and informed by the burgeoning ’60s counterculture. Davis took particular inspiration from Jimi Hendrix, whose guitar wizardry and fearlessness broke down preconceptions not just of what rock and roll could be, but who could play it. Hendrix had emerged as the strongest black voice in rock music, and Davis sought to bring his music into this new psychedelic realm.

To get the job done, Davis assembled a small army of musicians around his existing touring band of Chick Corea (electric piano), Jack DeJohnette (drums), Wayne Shorter (tenor sax), and Dave Holland (bass). The record utilized multiple keyboard players and bassists and as many as three drummers to deliver what would essentially be a more aggressive, avant extension of In a Silent Way. It also welcomed a young guitarist, John McLaughlin, into the fold, who would prove central to Davis’ transition to rock music.

“He was asking me about Jimi [Hendrix],” McLaughlin told The Guardian in a recent interview about Bitches Brew’s 50th anniversary. “We had played together, and I loved Jimi. Miles had never seen him. So, I took him to this art movie theater downtown to see the film Monterey Pop where Jimi ended by squirting lighter fluid on his guitar, setting it on fire. Miles was next to me saying: ‘Fuuck!’ He was enchanted.”

Davis offered the band little more than a chord or a mood to work off of, leaving the door wide open for musical improvisation. A big part of the thrill in listening to Bitches Brew five decades later comes from hearing the sound of a record unfolding in real time. With Davis at the helm, the band was making the road as it walked it.

“Pharoah’s Dance”, at 20 minutes in length, not only eats up the record’s entire first side, but also lays out its incredible scope and breadth. The band opens softly with DeJohnette’s rat-a-tat snare, eventually unfurling into periods of freelanced chaos before coming softly back down to earth. This pattern repeats itself over the course of the record, with each track ebbing and flowing through phases of tranquility and aggression alike to create the impression of multiple tracks layered into one. Bitches Brew is a true band effort, and Davis generously gives each of his players their moment to take the lead. “Spanish Key” is driven by DeJohnette and bassist Harvey Brooks’ rugged, chug-a-lug rhythm. Corea and McLaughlin each rip wild, free-associative solos on “Miles Runs the Voodoo”. Davis backs out of “John McLaughlin” altogether to let his guitarist dance atop the track. Shorter, meanwhile, penned the smooth, relaxed album closer, “Sanctuary”.

Still, Bitches Brew is first and foremost a Miles Davis record, and the bandleader’s frazzled, high-register trumpet runs largely steal the show. The smooth mastery exhibited with his past ensembles often takes a back seat to blasts of frenzied intensity that make his previous records sound stodgy by comparison. The chances taken on Bitches Brew might be its defining attribute, but they didn’t endear it to Davis’ longtime fans. In much the same way Dylan spurned the expectations of folk audiences by going electric a few years earlier, the jazz community slammed Davis for taking his music so far out of pocket. To them, Bitches Brew soiled scared ground by taking too many liberties in sound and structure.

But whatever loyalty Davis lost in jazz circles, he more than made up for among younger audiences on the rock side of the spectrum. Bitches Brew drifted far off of the charted course of anything that could be called jazz at the time, but it fit hand in glove in a broader musical zeitgeist that was warming up to the idea of soul, funk, and psychedelia sharing space with rock and roll. Released March 30th, 1970, the record rose as high as 35 on the Billboard 200, took home the Grammy for Best Large Jazz Ensemble Album the following year, and has gone on to sell over a million copies. And while jazzbos thumbed their noses at the record’s refusal to appease the old guard, Bitches Brew ironically proved to be a commercial and cultural boon for American jazz. The record’s success rejuvenated people’s interest in jazz music, and fusion in particular. Just as he had in the past, Davis saw the future of jazz on Bitches Brew and carried the genre along with him.

Davis never courted controversy as an artist, but he also never shied away from it when it stood in the way of what he sought to accomplish. That attitude in the end is as much worth celebrating as Bitches Brew’s seismic musical innovations. The record was a victory for artistic integrity, and its renegade spirit has lived on through countless records over the years that had the courage to step outside the lines. It’s there in the sample-crazed lunacy of Paul’s Boutique, which Davis professed to loving long before fans and critics did. Thom Yorke has cited the record as an influence behind the development of Radiohead’s own master work, OK Computer. The infiltration of jazz into hip-hop in the ’90s was made possible in part by the proof Bitches Brew offered of jazz’s crossover appeal. And with its indifference to the rules of genre, you could even argue that the record is among the earliest prognosticators of punk, in attitude if not in sound.

In an era that’s become increasingly less interested in labels and narrow categorization, Bitches Brew somehow feels as much of its time now as it likely did 50 years ago. It remains one of those rare records that exists in its own arena. It’s there not just for jazz purists and rock snobs, but for anyone curious enough to listen with full ears and no expectations.

Essential Tracks: “Pharoah’s Dance”, “John McLaughlin”

Classic Album Review: Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew Stands as Pop Music’s Greatest Crossover
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Pearl Jam Knew What They Were Doing on No Code, Even if I Didn’t

A writer reflects on his initial disappointment and later appreciation for the polarizing album.

Pearl Jam Knew What They Were Doing on No Code, Even if I Didn’t
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Consequence of Sound

Our celebration of Pearl Jam 30 continues with an anniversary piece we originally ran on No Code back in 2016. For more PJ coverage, check out a personal reflection on Vs. as well as an early review of Gigaton.   

By the turn of the new millennium, Pearl Jam had made it their business to be the best rock and roll band on a stage. Whether or not they actually claimed that title is a matter of opinion, but it’s the attempt — the desire to be great at everything they do — that has defined the band for the past 15 or 20 years. They have the authority and confidence of a veteran band their age and a stamina that far belies it. It’s a combination that makes them one of the best live rock bands in the world, and I’ve worshiped at the church enough times to testify to it.

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Of the six Pearl Jam shows I’ve seen, none have been the same. One night they jammed with then-Red Sox general manager and current Cubs president Theo Epstein. Another time my ears were for the first time graced with the sounds of “Chloe Dancer”, which I thought to be one of the best Pearl Jam songs ever until I found out it was actually a Mother Love Bone tune. There was the time that “Better Man” morphed into a cover of the English Beat’s “Save It for Later”, and today I still can’t think of one without hearing the other in my head. In the summer of 2013, my friend Robin and I waited out a rain delay for nearly three hours at Wrigley Field to watch the band defiantly play past curfew to two a.m. They even played “Bugs”, much to everyone’s amazement.

“Bugs lol,” our editor-in-chief Michael Roffman texted me after the show. Indeed.

I suppose now is as good a time as any to ask the question of how this all happened. How did Pearl Jam, once the reluctant poster children of the grunge and alternative rock boom of the early ’90s, strategically move the chess pieces to become one of America’s greatest rock and roll exports? When did they claim that sense of adventure, that willingness to openly fly in the face of expectations? When and how did they become the Pearl Jam we know today: challenging, exciting, unpredictable to even their staunchest of fans? Ironically enough, it may have all started with a record that initially made me wonder if my time with the band had come and gone.


When Pearl Jam released No Code on August 27, 1996, it stopped fans and critics in their tracks. I was one of them. At the all-knowing age of 13, I thought I had the band figured out. Admittedly, I grew up a bigger fan of Nirvana, but I wasn’t really interested in picking sides. I liked Pearl Jam’s loud, anthemic take on alternative and grunge, and I was ready to listen to different variations of Ten, Vs., and Vitalogy for the next 10, 20, and 30 years. Why would they leave behind what so clearly wasn’t broken? Why gamble with a good thing? Of course, No Code was exactly that if nothing else. It was a huge band gambling with their fame and stardom by deliberately going against the things they knew fans wanted and expected. What’s more, they kind of hoped No Code failed everyone’s test.

They failed mine, big time. When I first heard “Who You Are”, essentially the alternative rock equivalent of a kumbaya drum circle, I almost refused to believe it was Pearl Jam. Where did this song fit? It didn’t, and the band knew it. The song was essentially a test of fans’ loyalty. My loyalty. The title alone a statement of identity; “Who You Are” is to this day arguably the least Pearl Jam-sounding Pearl Jam song in the band’s catalog, and yet it was the song the band chose to help introduce No Code to the world. The message was clear: We will not do what we’re told. We will follow our own sound, ideas, and vision. Love us or leave us.

The disappointment and confusion didn’t stop there. I didn’t like how album opener “Sometimes” came in like a lamb, complete with subtle guitar strums and delicate snare, all topped with Jeff Ament’s bowing bass.

“Off He Goes” was too slow, too mature-sounding. Not enough grit and balls. In retrospect, “Smile” had a cool, Neil Young-inspired blues rock edge going for it, but this was still three or four years before I really got turned on to Neil’s music. “Habit”, “Hail, Hail”, and “Lukin” (named for then-Mudhoney drummer Matt Lukin) were tougher tunes more in step with the kind I wanted and expected from the band, but they felt like afterthoughts in some bigger musical scheme I just didn’t get. Whereas its predecessors were marked largely by an explosive merger of arena rock aspiration and punk rock grit, No Code was playing a stranger, more complicated game.

Maybe there was no chance of people really understanding what No Code was when it was first released, but hindsight is everything. Having watched the trajectory of Pearl Jam’s career wind and weave its way from grunge to that genre’s answer to stadium-ready classic rock, a lot of the things that once perplexed me about No Code now make sense. I made the mistake 20 years ago of looking at Pearl Jam as just another rock band, and I underestimated how important the fight and the challenge are to the band’s sense of self. They weren’t being dicks in veering their sound away from grunge toward art rock experimentalism; they did it because they had to follow their own course, regardless of whether or not I and others were ready to follow along with them.

Pearl Jam played hardball on No Code, but no longer do I hear the record as a cranky, ungrateful “fuck you” to fans and critics. These days, I hear it as the work of a band ready to grow on its own terms at a critical juncture where they had to branch out. No Code still isn’t my favorite Pearl Jam record — not even close, really. But I respect the fact that it holds an important place in the band’s history. It was the sound of a grunge band dying and a new group of rock and roll iconoclasts getting their wings.

As I delved further into punk rock and indie rock through high school and college, I began to appreciate Pearl Jam more for the hard lines they’ve taken over the years that I used to hate. I didn’t like how their war with Ticketmaster probably cost me more than a few opportunities to see them play live when I was younger. I shrugged at No Code and its immediate successors, Yield and Binaural, for not meeting my loud alternative and grunge demands. But growing up a fan of punk, hardcore, and independent music taught me a lot about the value of integrity. Pearl Jam aren’t a punk band, but they’re the rare band of their stature that, 25 years into the game, is still driven by that punk rock, DIY spirit. It’s something I’ve come to appreciate more and more about the band over time, and looking back, that all began with No Code. It might have been a hard sell in 1996, but today, the record sounds exactly like the proud and fearless band Pearl Jam have long since grown into.

Pearl Jam Knew What They Were Doing on No Code, Even if I Didn’t
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