On the spectrum of lame geniuses—meaning specifically people who are undeniably brilliant but also completely devoid of any swagger, juice, aura, vibe, or any other catch-all word you or the members of your generation might use to denote someone with presence and magnetic, benign-but-not-toothless sex appeal—Phil Collins is nearer to the side of the slider upon which the Eagles can be found. Put it another way: there is a miserableness to how capable and thought-out this all is. Phil does not believe in the concept of "not letting them see you sweat." Phil would like you to know exactly how fucking hard all this is, he wants you to know just how much work this glass castle took to make. The harshest insult that can be levied against it, and sadly the most honest appraisal of the work, is as follows:
[Joe K. listening to MJ Lenderman voice] It's fine.
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