As someone else here said, the best dozen tracks on here would have made a brilliant album, but there's such a sameness about the rest that finding them is quite an effort, and if you're a long time fan it's hard not to feel just a bit disillusioned.
As on Honeycomb, a couple of these songs stand somewhere near his best stuff - Elijah is brilliant and passionate, In the Time of my Ruin is perky and pretty rocking - and if there were more like this I could probably learn to accept that the Frank Black who made Solid Gold, All My Ghosts, and Czar is gone, that he'll never make another record as exciting and consistent as Teenager of the Year. The more world-weary Frank of Selkie Bride, I Burn Today, This Old Heartache and Seven Days is still a brilliant and unique artist.
But too often on Fastman Raiderman I'm having to give Frank's songs and his vocals the benefit of the doubt. You have to listen so hard for that edge, the humour, the personality that's always made his records stand apart. For me, over two CDs, this is just too colourless, and though it KILLS me to say it, if I didn't love so much of his earlier output I'm not sure if I'd listen to much of this twice.
You still need to buy this record, but keep TOTY handy for some light relief when it all gets too much.