On occasion Morrissey, an expert make-up artist, transforms himself into a balding, shorter and more southern version of himself, Phil Collins. Collins is just as musically endowed, but a bipolar and schizophrenic character when compared to the persona of Morrissey. His songs are often more upbeat in terms of tempo, but the the lyrics are often equally cynical, if not just as artsy and intellectual, that is before Duke in '80. Invisible Touch was Collins' undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little...
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