This is such an inconsequential album that apart from "Sunshine of Your Love" (one of the greatest songs of all time), Cream could have scrapped all the session recordings. Talented musicians making frivolous music is more of a drag than talentless musicians crapping crap. With talentless musicians, you expect as much. The talented ought to know better.
There's no accounting for taste, but if there's even one human being on this planet for whom Disraeli Gears (1967) is his or her favorite album, I'll eat my Covid mask.