The Electric Flag

Buddy Miles, a tightly packed behemoth. The Afro horizon with sequenced stars and stripes immersed in sweat, swagger, and the skins. The center. His flash could have been a well-played gimmick. A psychedelic spectacle meant to attract a veracious rock audience, high and White. But the flavor of this skilled beat technician reflected his quest to punish sets nightly. “Nothing to Do” is just another notch on the diamond studded belt.