Title: EC Ain't G
Product review: Clapton is a fantastically fluid and occasionally fiery guitar player, no doubt about it, but this compilation somehow manages to bring together his blandest, least interesting music. "Pretending," "She's Waiting," "Bad Love," all of that '80s MOR stuff, has not aged well. And it sucked to begin with. The songs are hackneyed, the solos perfunctory and cliched. In fact, I think Eric Clapton's 80's output is some of the worst music ever recorded by a major artist, right up there with post-Keith Moon The Who. It reeks of sellout. The only super-hack track missing is his lukewarm cover of his own cover, After Midnight, recorded for a Michelob ad in the 80s while he was struggling with recovery from alcoholism. He should have spent the decade underground, the way Dylan and Young did. Luckilly, the real deal is readily available, particularly the sublime 461 Ocean Boulevard. You'd also do well to check out Blind Faith and anything by the Cream.
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