If you ask me, Eric Clapton's a wildly talented, largely uninteresting guitar player and singer. Which is probably sacrilege. But I sense that Cream/Yardbirds worship is more muso-driven than actually borne of any particular enjoyment of the actual resulting tunes.
Here Clapton's skills are put to far more pop purposes, retaining flecks of bluesey structure and jammy indulgence, while being more listenable, tuneful and enjoyable than anything else he put out. The title track in particular soars through its extended outro, and the cover of Little Wing features one of the sweetest, richest guitar sounds I've ever heard, just ever.
The only downside is the singing, which wings thin and on into ridiculous in places, sounding a bit like a band your dad's friends formed in their 40's, hey, that's not what you came for, now is it?
Purists would probably prefer Clapton's harder stuff, but, you know, fuck those guys 4/5
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