Eels have been more renowned of late for their ever-cynical frontman E’s dry gags—inviting George Bush to their show in D.C., attempting to buy a one-second Super Bowl ad—than for their patented Paxil pop. But it’s still just as you remember it—brooding, intense, mildly funky. They’ve just released a greatest-hits set, a two-disc B-side comp (both with corresponding DVDs), and their fifth(!) live album (available only at their shows)—all of which don’t have many revelations beyond a few decent singles since they last fell off your radar. — CHRISTOPHER WEINGARTEN.
Eels, Highline Ballroom, 431 W 16th St., Chelsea. SOLD OUT