Only the hippest of the hip cats can afford to not even put their name on the cover. Even Warhol had to put his name next to the Banana, so people would know. He didn´t care. A record cover cannot come any closer to a piece of art than this. No typo, no catalogue number, nothing is distracting from the picture itself, printed in deep black & white on heavy 12x12 inch cardboard, perfect understatement, a true masterpiece artifact of the 20th century. 1955. Simple as that. The music is the same. No pretension, no fancy concept, just straight ahead, beautiful blowing by the inventor of Cool and his favorite rhythm section. That´s the great thing about most record covers, with or without names, titles or numbers they still give you an idea of what to expect. 

Miles Davis.