"No time for pity/for the tree or me..." -- oh God. Cream's superbrow compos(t) came as a bane to rock, whose death starts here. You say Tomarto, I say fat arch f**ker. When our trio's frosting -- check out the Mt. Rushmore cake on the cover -- wanks technique sans mojo (funk or swagger), do we have to grunt for them? Re: the jokey side-closers*, they can't even manage a good bad song. Hippie-thick dinosaur s**t, but I still like Clapton.

2001-10-12 - Joe Cormack

track list Strange Brew Sunshine Of Your Love World Of Pain Dance The Night Away Blue Condition* Tales Of Brave Ulysses Swlabr We're Going Wrong Outside Woman Blues Take It Back Mother's Lament*