Tonight, Tonight, Tonight
I’m comin’ down like a monkey, but it’s all right. Phil Collins’ whole life has consisted of making shit up as he goes along. Sussudio is his entire career in microcosm: A nonsensical string of syllables, one leading to the next, terminating at the nearest convenient gaping-mouth vowel and repurposed as an alleged woman’s name. It’s all stream-of-consciousness, and it’s served him well for 30 years.