If you couldn&t afford the remortgage required to catch him live at Ronnie's, Miller kicks off Laid Black with a live and distinctly un-laid back ‘Trip Trap’, which sets the tone for this largely urban funk workout. Not that such labels mean much to Miller, who slips and veers between genres mid-slap of his ever eloquent bass. So how to read ‘Que Sera Sera’ with a vox delivered by Belgian linnet Selah Sue, part faux innocence, part Joplin grunt and set off by rocktastic guitar? But then we’re into the elegiac, Richard Bona-like dreamscape of ‘Bunny's Dream’, with its Milesy muted horn, before we’re back on the killer riff of ‘7-ts’, bigged-up boisterously by Trombone Shorty. Another handbrake-turn and we’re neurotically metropolitan on the breathless ‘Keep ’Em Running’, before climaxing with the mega-jam of ‘Preacher's Kid’, which starts in a gospel guise, thanks to Take 6, but builds to a riotous face-off between Whalum and Han.