“Face Value” by Phil Collins

The British titan's solo debut turns 45.

Matt Fish

Mar 04, 2026

This album review delves into the rock legend’s first (accidental) solo album from 1981.

Genre: Pop, R&B, Soul

Label: Virgin

Release Date: February 13, 1981

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In 2008, Starlee Kine interviewed Phil Collins as part of a This American Life episode on heartbreak. The pair discuss “Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now),” one of the first songs the pop and rock giant ever wrote on his own during the Face Value sessions, though it wouldn’t be released for another three years. This portion of their interview tells you all you need to know about his headspace at the time (I’ve edited the excerpt lightly for flow):

*Collins: That song, particularly, was written during my first divorce. My first wife and the kids had gone, and I was just left there. So it was written totally out of experience as opposed to “this is a what-if” song. You know what I mean?

Kine: Do you think you could have written that song if your wife hadn’t left?

Collins: Probably not. I mean, frankly, if that personal stuff had not happened to me at that time, I probably would never have made an album. And if I was to have made an album eventually, it would have been more of a jazz/rock thing because that was my output […] Without that stuff, I wouldn’t have felt the things I felt that made me sit at a piano night after night, day after day, writing stuff.

**Kine:**Did it help?

Collins: Well, it helped inasmuch as—it was kind of, well, when she hears this, it’s all going to be OK.

**Kine:**Really? Is that what you thought?

Collins: I did, yeah. Foolish, huh? I mean, I did.*

Later on, Kine observes: “If it hadn’t been for his wife leaving him in 1979, Phil Collins would never have become Phil Collins.” As painful as I’m sure it was, she’s probably right.

Starting with Face Value, the Genesis alum became the planet’s foremost authority on what I’ve seen called “divorced dad rock” online. The aesthetic peaked in 1985, when Collins scored hit singles like “One More Night,” the sad sack anthem from No Jacket Required, and “Separate Lives,” an improbable Hot 100 chart-topper from the White Nights film soundtrack. Apparently, the movie was an excuse to get Mikhail Baryshnikov and Gregory Hines on the same bill, a very era-specific revelation. Anyway, the songs are about loneliness or, more specifically, how men grapple with the idea of suddenly being alone after a relationship crumbles around them. The dread that runs through this record and so much of Collins’s work is the nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, it’s his fault, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

By the winter of 1979, his then-wife, Andrea, had had enough of the lack of compromise. Collins had been touring with Genesis for the better part of a year behind ...And Then There Were Three... Apparently, he went on tour even though he knew the relationship was on the rocks. After he came home to an empty house in Surrey, he set up an 8-track tape machine, a Roland CR-78 drum machine, and a Sequential Prophet-5 synthesizer and started recording. Collins has since professed that he wasn’t thinking about a solo album or making it big as his own artist. Instead, he was focused only on what to do with the anger, despair, and frustration that had nowhere else to go except into his music. The songs written during that low point in his life would eventually make up most of Face Value, the record that turned him into a superstar. It reached No. 1 in the UK, where it stayed for three weeks, and peaked at No. 7 in the US, higher than any Genesis LP had reached at that point. Commercially, the album was a happy accident.

You could argue that the previous few years fall into that same category for Collins’ burgeoning style, one we take for granted now because it literally took over the 1980s. It goes all the way back to 1975, when Peter Gabriel left Genesis, and the drummer took over as lead vocalist out of reluctant necessity. The move turned out to be the perfect one, and by 1978, the band was bigger than it had ever been, due in part to”Follow You Follow Me,” a ballad that broke them into the mainstream. Then, in 1979, while Collins was drumming on Peter Gabriel’s third self-titled album, engineer Hugh Padgham had been using the talkback mic on the console to communicate with the studio when he accidentally pressed the reverse talkback circuit while Collins was playing. The compressors and noise gates caught Collins’s drum hits and cut their reverb tails abruptly, creating a sound that was simultaneously enormous and punchy. Padgham described the moment in 2019: “Out came this outrageous drum sound and everyone in the control room went: ‘My god, what’s that?’”

Of all the enduring gated drum moments Collins and Padgham crafted in the 80s, the most famous is undoubtedly the iconic fill on “In the Air Tonight.” But it makes you wait for that famous moment. For the first three minutes and forty seconds, it’s a brooding, menacing piece of work. The CR-78 drum machine cycles through an almost languid disco preset with the snare removed, leaving the beat deliberately cold and skeletal. Collins’s vocal sits on top of it, a low burn of accumulated feeling he’s admitted was largely improvised. He didn’t even know what the song was about when he started singing. It was simply an outlet for “a lot of anger, a lot of despair, and a lot of frustration.” The tension is amplified by the fact that the melody barely moves as he moves through the track, making the words coil tighter and tighter, morphing into a confession we’re not exactly sure we should be hearing.

Then, like a lightning bolt piercing a darkened sky, the fill kicks in, and you get one of the most brilliant moments of catharsis in modern music. Those tom hits land like the world’s coming down on your head—not just because they’re loud, but because they roar into view with purpose. They’re announcing the arrival of a force of nature. The single tracked accordingly in a commercial sense, peaking at No. 2 in Britain and cracking the Top 20 stateside. The song got a second life in 1984, when Michael Mann dropped it over the best scene ever included in a Miami Vice episode, back when those types of pop needle drops weren’t normalized, mainly due to the expense involved in the execution. The track has been in our lives ever since.

What’s interesting about Face Value is how little the rest of it resembles “In the Air Tonight.” The Collins that backlash mythology has reduced to easy shorthand (the bland, corporate balladeer persona I referenced earlier), is more or less non-existent here. In actuality, this album is eclectic in a way that reads less like an artist showcasing range (which he had to spare, as it turns out) and more like someone who was writing in different emotional registers on different days and, in those flashes of inspiration, didn’t see any reason to sand down the contradictions. The tracklist leans more toward jazz and R&B than anything else, which makes sense given Collins’s brief history with Brand X and his obsession with Weather Report and soul music. By the end of the decade, the Phil Collins industrial complex dictated that he had to stay in more populist lanes, with the trade-off being that he never quite got to record an LP as daring and experimental as this one. I guess there’s still time left, but it feels highly unlikely he ever will again.

Other highlights include “Behind the Lines,” which retools the song of the same name from Genesis’ 1980 full-length, Duke, turning it from a stately prog number into something a lot more soulful. A big reason it succeeds is the Phenix Horns (Earth, Wind & Fire’s brass section), which lift it out of rock’s gravitational pull and drop it into a vintage funk zone that’s a real delight. “I Missed Again” runs a similar play, with the Phenix Horns back and Collins singing about how he keeps finding ways to blow it with the person he loves (I sense another pattern). The self-deprecation is strange in this cheerful manner it has. I’d like to say it’s an offbeat choice for a divorce record, but grief isn’t a straight-line endeavor, so I’ll leave it at that. The album’s sparest moments, like “The Roof Is Leaking” and “If Leaving Me Is Easy,” conjure a measured, deliberate sadness that operates in a past-anger mode. It’s what Collins or anyone else would have left when the argument is over.

The demos Collins recorded in that Surrey bedroom were raw enough that, when he played them for Atlantic CEO Ahmet Ertegun, he wasn’t pitching a solo career. He was merely showing another human what he’d created. Ertegun told him the songs were good enough to release, a response that apparently surprised Collins. Interestingly, after its release, Collins went right back to work with Genesis. There was no supporting solo tour, even if it would eventually sell over 5 million copies in the States. He was too busy recording Abacab, which came out later in 1981 and also cracked the Billboard 200’s Top 10. His solo career and the band’s trajectory ran in parallel for years, each feeding into the other, until 1986, when Collins started to feel like the main attraction over Genesis. Face Value predates “Sussudio,” the fax divorce mythology, and every other cultural shorthand written and said about the drummer since. What he made in 1980 and 1981 was built out of necessity, by someone who genuinely did not know he was making a massive statement.