I don’t get the godlike status given to Eric Clapton. I have always been bored to tears by the hits. That includes Cocaine, his version of I Shot the Sheriff, Tears in Heaven (though I sympathize), and even Layla. Cream is a different story. Aaaand, ok, I can appreciate Bell Bottom Blues. This album only confirms to me that this is an artist who has great talent to service a band well, yet does not have a personal message or vision that moves me whatsoever. Some day someone will have to explain what I’m missing. Or not. I just don’t care… which is the whole problem I guess. 3/5 - neither objectionable nor captivating