This is the album that paved the way for Gabriel's super stardom. He finally left his past behind and joined ranks with the avant-garde (Bowie, Eno, King Crimson, Talking Heads), ushering in the age of world music. African rythms were to the fore, the drummers (including Phil Collins) ordered not to play their rides or hi-hats. It is still amazing how Gabriel managed to make his uncompromising issues so creatively and commercially successful, a magic trick seemingly impossible today. Starting with the (at first) tuneless sonic paranoia attack of Intruder, Gabriel tackles all sorts of difficult subjects from racism and alienation on Not one of us and Biko, to amnesia (I can't remember), war (Games without Frontiers - "we piss on the goons in the jungle") and murder, on Family Snapshot, one of his best ever songs in which a lone gunman (L.H. Oswald ?) merges with his victim. The list of collaborators is similarly impressive (Kate Bush, Fripp, Paul Weller, Dave Gregory from XTC, the marvellous Tony Levin and John Giblin on bass etc..)without ever detracting from Gabriel's complete mastery of his new, original art. The 4th album featured a slicker production and another set of great new songs before Gabriel became boring on "So", the first album with a title and a cover on which he did not rip, hide, melt or distort his own face - the phase of experimentation was over, all the worse for the listeners. Volume 3 is the real thing, uncomfortable, intense and weirdly, grippingly beautiful.