Marion Walter Jacobs, better known as Little Walter, harp player extraordinaire and an important figure in the history of Chicago blues, gets his due here from Clapton and company.
The tempo oozes sex and romantic yearning, and Clapton sings each phrase like a man who’s known loneliness his whole life. Midway through, Kim Wilson peels off a greasy harp run, which is then bested by Slowhand himself, whose searing guitar solo is filled with exhilarating twists and turns. Sweet, velvety and high-pitched, with just a trace of bite... you know what it is: it's Clapton's famous 'woman tone.'
Only musicians of the highest order know not to overplay their hand. Clapton's been a monster of taste and sensibility for years, and on this authentic blues howler, he demonstrates why they used to call him... Come to think of it, they still call him that.