That was enough with the depressing dead people already. Brian Eno is buoyant and very much alive. The master of ambient dreamscapes is also master of jolting glam rock rebellion. Just the song to kickstart Velvet Goldmine into frantic, sequin-dazzled action. The weirdness is euphoric. Listening to Brian Eno is a lifestyle choice, a secret identity that may or may not come with a taste for purple berets.