Behind the Sun? Rather underground ...

Eric Clapton is undoubtedly an outstanding guitarist, but - to be honest - just an average artist. The few Meilsteine ​​that can come from his pen (eg Layla, Wonderful Tonight, Tears in Heaven) be counted on one hand, otherwise he was guided most of his life on others. And so it was the mid-80s for the most career-break, when he this crap mortised here among the slippers of his record company Warner Bros. and directed by Phil Collins (precisely!): Lifeless songs, completely sterile in the cold sound of the 80 mixed, and part of label-writers (Jerry Williams) on behalf of the record bosses deal quickly put together. Only "Just like a prisoner" - a characteristic way a Clapton-original composition - knows how to convince. There should have been a previous version of the album, which contained more own tracks written by Clapton himself, but was rejected by the record company. Do you still lose to a word? Or come up with any pseudo-intelligent arguments for this? How could be good Clapton, he was able to prove only overlooked B-sides at that time: the song "Too Bad" (back of the single "Forever Man"), is a bluesy gem that provides this entire album entirely in the shade ( look for it, it's worth it!). Unfortunately, "Behind the Sun" is not the low point; "August" was still to come ...