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status of Bowie-esque proportions.

Of course, in those days, nobody was banking on Phil Collins's emerging from behind the skins to become the multiplatinum teddy bear of Eighties pop. Under the influence of Collins's mainstream sensibility, Genesis wound up selling better than ever, while Peter Gabriel enjoyed cult status and the occasional hit – "Salisbury Hill," "D.I.Y.," "Shock the Monkey" – though his string of albums, often named Peter Gabriel, endeared him primarily to critics and connoisseurs. So, as So does a sleek power glide to the top of the charts, one is not so much shocked as pleasantly surprised, and somewhat relieved, if only because the popularity of the record indicates a taste for elegance and intelligence in the sterile corridors of AOR.

Like its title, So seems initially unprepossessing – ideally, though not cynically, suited to lite airwaves. The first layer of the record – flawless high-tech production by Gabriel and U2 producer Daniel Lanois (who also plays guitar and tambourine on some of the album); insinuating melodic songcraft; bittersweet, dreamlike ambiance – is admirable, like a gem with all its edges beveled to a fine sheen. It is precisely this seamless quality that makes So so easy to listen to and yet initially obscures the fact that the album is illuminated by an inner light of subversion, an acknowledgment of the emotional tug of war lying beneath the surface of day-to-day reality.

So opens with Gabriel standing in a shower of "Red Rain." A descending melody line acts as a soothing metaphor for an apocalyptic image. "I come to you with defenses down," he confesses, "with the trust of a child." He moves from this position of vulnerability to a posture of sexual aggrandizement on the swaggering "Sledgehammer," an irresistible dance number made all the more remarkable for its tempo: it moves with a becalmed stride, more of a relaxed canter than the gallop of the stud. This clip-clop effect acts as an ingenious counterpoint to the arrogant stance of the song's protagonist.

The bravado of "Sledgehammer" is undercut by the solemnity of "Don't Give Up," in which Gabriel outlines the despair of "a man whose dreams have all deserted." In this one, Gabriel is haunted and defeated, acknowledging his frailty. A mournful melody is interrupted when a ray of hope – embodied by Kate Bush – penetrates the gloom. "Don't give up," she breathes with the voice of life itself, "'cos you have friends." Every time Gabriel proffers a reason for surrender, Bush answers him back with a litany of com