Eitzel's most cheerfully upbeat record for years, but another surefire non-hit.
The Unlucky Alf of alt-rock, Eitzel sounds like Stipe or Costello would if they had been hammering away in bitter semi-obscurity for 20 years with no stadium crowds or [I]South Bank Show [/I]retrospectives for validation. His aptly titled new album, ‘The Invisible Man’, finds the former American Music Club frontman cautiously integrating his troubadour songwriting with post-rock and electronic textures. This though is a Dylan-esque speed-strum, stream-of-consciousness hymn to the carefree eccentrics of this world: “Some train monkeys/Some blame flunkeys/Some eat soap”. Oh yes. Eitzel’s most cheerfully upbeat record for years, but another surefire non-hit. Bugger.