This was Genesis' last great album. In fact, this was Phil Collins the songwriter's last great album. And what a way to go out.
I don't get into the Peter Gabriel/Phil Collins comparisons, which are pointless in any reviews of this album, because to compare this to anything Gabriel ever did for Genesis is to degrade the pop genius of this particular CD. This album is Genesis saying goodbye to its 70s art rock past, but not quite ready to say hello to the dulcet, multi-platinum cheeseball warblings of "In Too Deep".
Furthermore, this is Phil Collins making his Statement, which is basically to say I Can Write Great Pop Songs. He poured every last drop of his talent into this album. Every song Phil Collins has ever made in the 20 years since -- on his own or with Genesis -- has been a pale, artless imitation of the nine songs on this album (with the exception of "Take Me Home" -- truly his last stand).
The songs here are chock-full of pop hooks so perfect the listener has no choice but to hum along. At the same time, a sense of menace and dark, somber foreboding pervades each and every song. Even if you're a Phil hater, which I grew to become after "Invisible Touch", "No Jacket Required", and especially "But Seriously", you'll love this CD.