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Although it's been more than three decades since he was dubbed "God" by a generation of guitar maniacs, Eric Clapton still hasn't forgotten where he came from. On this no-frills disc, Clapton spends a lot of time leading listeners back to that territory, paying homage to both blues masters of the past and some of his own contemporaries. Slowhand is at his most effective when he luxuriates in those deep blues, slip-sliding through a percolating version of J. J. Cale's "Travelin' Light" and a heated rendition of Ray Charles's "Come Back Baby" and injecting a bracing dose of emotion into "Got You on my Mind" (a tune first popularized by Big Joe Turner). He carries that roadhouse tone over into many of the album's originals, notably the fiery "Superman Inside" (cowritten with Texas titan Doyle Bramhall II), which features some of his most piercing electric playing in some time. When he eases up on the volume, however, the results are mixed, since a handful of tunes tread the same mellow -- some might say overly so -- path that he's been traveling for much of the past decade. But not all of the album's quieter numbers are mere lullabies: The delicate instrumental "Son & Sylvia" (a track dedicated to Clapton's recently deceased uncle) glides along with enough grace and dignity to assuage even diehard rockers, as does the swinging "Find Myself," which boasts guest vocals from legendary soul stirrers the Impressions. The Rock and Roll Hall of Famer also glides smoothly through a blues-inspired cover of James Taylor's "Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight," a reworking of Stevie Wonder's upbeat "I Ain't Gonna Stand For It," and the breezy, bossa nova-flavored title track, which he fattens up with a sprightly fretboard workout. Clapton has always brushed off attempts to classify him as a deity, but Reptile offers ample evidence that some divine intervention is at work every time he picks up a six-string. David Sprague, Barnes & Noble