I've noticed people are treading very carefully around Phil Collins at the moment. He's been through the wringer of late, that's for sure; last time I looked him up on Wikipedia he's still an 'is' and not a 'was'. Always a good sign. The Sunday Times brought him in from the cold this weekend by, seemingly, bestowing national treasure status upon him. Maybe they've all forgotten his pointless/overblown trip on Concorde in 1985 from London to Philadelphia just to sabotage the Led Zeppelin reunion. Or the time he divorced the latest Mrs. Collins via his fax machine - classy. What a twerp.
However, I do try and cut the fella some slack. In no particular order, I did like his autobiography - his spoken word on the audiobook rang true - as if he'd written it. Maybe he had? I loved Sally James' almost legendary pop interview on Tiswas she did with him and the other two gadgies in Genesis just after Peter Gabriel had jumped ship. And getting Mic Murphy and David Frank from The System to play on and produce Sussudio was a masterstroke. Oh, and I can remember buying I Missed Again on 12'' and couldn't stop playing it.
But it's his on/off jazz fusion pickup band Brand X that I keep coming back to. Maybe he should too...
Brand X - And so to F (1979)
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