On his breakthrough 2008 album, Jim, Englishman-in-New York Jamie Lidell offered sunny, shimmying updates on Motown soul, Jamiroquai-esque electro-funk and '60s mod-pop. The album's irrepressible grooves made you feel stupendous — even though his introspective words suggested he might be looking for a bridge from which to leap. Such downer lyrical sentiments hang lower and darker over Lidell's latest, Compass, but it's still an enjoyable listen. In fact, it's a might Beck-ish in its genre-jumping eclecticism; Sly (Stone) funk-rock, quiet-storm R&B, Jackson 5 appreciation and sad-sack modern blues are all part of the mix. (This mix of genres isn't a surprise, because Beck produced and cowrote the LP.) Lidell's myriad moods, chameleonic artistry and his engaging Daryl Hall voice should make for a compelling, if wildly unpredictable, evening.