I could never get into Cream. They seemed too deliberate and pretentious. Their recent ecstatically received reunion tour baffled me. So why do I love Masters of Reality, who are really nothing more than an excellent Cream tribute band? For starters, they're hilarious. And their heavy crunch is pushed to 11 by Rick Rubin's production on this 1988 release. Careful- it's dangerous to laugh and bang your head simultaneously.