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"Perhaps it's because he came from the punk era, when instrumental virtuosity was reviled, but Cornwell has never gotten his due as a kick-ass guitarist. Wednesday night, his bluesy blistering runs on the Cream-quoting "God is a Woman", the decaying echo of his cyclical psych whirlpools on the bossa beat "Always the Sun," and the spidery abruptly shifting licks on "A Street Called Carroll" were compelling proof that Cornwell may well be the finest fret-man to emerge from the punk era."