There’s been a problem with Eno lately. He’s been very Eno, but the wrong kind of Eno. Enough with the ambiance, we say, ambiance is boring. You’ve made your point, now go back to being weird like you were in ’74. Eno’s been poring his pop sensibility into the objects of his production, that is, recording artists who are not Brian Eno. Well, finally he’s given us some weird-Eno. Drums Between the Bells is a collaboration with poet Rick Holland, so not a straight-out Eno album but close enough. There’s some Eno vocals, and plenty of Eno presence. A variety of voices read Holland’s poetry over a soundscape of synthy, glitchy, electronica like Eno himself helped invent. Some of the words are about scientific stuff like cell division, some don’t particularly make sense, but it’s all very atmospheric. It’s what I’ve been needing; Eno being eccentric but recognizably pop. Because all that ambiance puts me to sleep.