WE CAN'T DANCE

It's probably best to think of the 1980s and early 1990s Genesis as a different band from the 1970s one. You shouldn't throw this on expecting sophisticated pastoral prog - but what you do get is the sort of sleek, relaxing art pop with occasional rock sensibilities which the 1980s Genesis were so good at. It's part of that wave which the likes of Prefab Sprout, the Style Council, Hall and Oates, 90125-era Yes, or Genesis' old pal Peter Gabriel in his poppier moments all contributed to, and seen through that lens the only real problem with this album is that it came out in 1991, at a point when that style had largely gone out of fashion.

Still, the passage of time has helped brush over that issue, and this is an enjoyable enough release. The jaunty Jesus He Knows Me is perhaps one of the most savage takedowns of televangelism ever, but the rest of the album takes a more relaxing approach. It's not prog by any means - it's pleasant yacht rock that had the misfortune to miss the era of that style's peak popularity but is otherwise a relaxing, chill example of that genre.