Tuna da Week {26} Lamentations & Revelations

I’ve been borderline obsessed with this piece of music for at least a week now, so it makes sense that I bear witness. Imagine, if you will, what would happen if, in the seventies a drugged-out Miles Davis stopped making jazz anyone wanted in favour of skronky noise-funk from outer space, lost his girlfriend to Jimi Hendrix, had a heart attack on tour in Brazil and then heard that his friend, ment...