A retrospective of Genesis’ ‘Selling England By The Pound’. The band’s fifth long player from 1973 is a Progressive Rock classic that captured a changing newly decimal Britain through Mellotrons, lawnmower men and Cockney villains. Essential listening for anyone who thinks Prog Rock was all capes and codswallop. Genesis proved you could be both preposterous and profound.

GENESIS: Selling England By The Pound (Charisma) 1973

There was something gloriously, quintessentially English about Genesis that set them apart from the prog rock pack cluttering up the album charts in 1973. Where Yes disappeared up their own cosmic backsides and ELP bludgeoned you with their virtuosity, Peter Gabriel and his merry band of public schoolboys crafted something altogether more peculiar and affecting with this, their fifth album.

Selling England By The Pound arrived at a curious juncture for the band. After the commercial disappointment of Foxtrot failing to break America (despite ‘Supper’s Ready’ being the sort of 23-minute epic that should have had the Yanks weeping into their cornflakes), Genesis regrouped and produced what many consider their defining statement. Recorded at Island Studios with John Burns and the band sharing production duties, this was a record that positively reeked of England in 1973: a country caught between nostalgia for its crumbling past and uncertainty about its increasingly tatty future.

The album opened with ‘Dancing With The Moonlit Knight’, which nicked its central melody from ‘I Know What I Like’ before that song even appeared. Gabriel’s lyrics were stuffed with references to Wimpy Bars, breakfast cereal mascots and Churchill’s England, painting a portrait of a nation flogging off its heritage for American consumer tat. “Can you tell me where my country lies?” he asked, and you suspected he already knew the answer. Tony Banks’ Mellotron swirled around like fog over the Home Counties while Steve Hackett’s guitar work was, as ever, economical but devastating.

‘I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe)’ was the obvious single, and it proved a canny choice. Built around Phil Collins’ crisp, almost funky drumming and a nursery rhyme melody, it told the story of a lawnmower man content with his lot. It was Genesis at their most accessible, which wasn’t saying much, but there was real charm in its eccentricity. The promotional film they shot, with Gabriel prancing about in a cloth cap and braces, was either brilliant or barmy. Possibly both.

But it was ‘Firth of Fifth’ that had the musos wetting themselves. Banks’ opening piano passage was genuinely beautiful, all cascading romanticism and melancholy, before the band crashed in with typical Genesis precision. Hackett’s guitar solo in the instrumental section was an absolute belter, soaring and lyrical without ever tipping into tedious showboating. If you needed to convince someone that progressive rock could be genuinely moving rather than just technically accomplished, this was the track to stick on the turntable.

‘More Fool Me’, sung by Collins, was a bit of pleasant fluff really, though his voice had a vulnerability that suited the material. ‘The Battle of Epping Forest’, however, was vintage Gabriel madness: a nine-minute saga about rival gangs of Cockney villains that name-checked half of East London and featured more characters than a Dickens novel. It was exhausting, occasionally bewildering, but never boring. The time signatures flipped about like eels while Gabriel adopted various accents and personas. You either thought it was genius or pretentious twaddle. This writer leaned towards the former.

The album closed with ‘The Cinema Show’ and ‘Aisle of Plenty’, the latter essentially a reprise that bookended the record nicely. ‘The Cinema Show’ was another lengthy piece that referenced T.S. Eliot and featured some of the most intricate playing on the record. Banks’ organ work was particularly fine, while the rhythm section of Collins and Mike Rutherford locked together with the sort of telepathy that only came from years of playing school halls and student unions together.

What was remarkable about Selling England By The Pound was how distinctly British it sounded. This wasn’t blues-rock or heavy metal or glam. It was something altogether stranger: folk melodies colliding with classical pretensions, Edwardian music hall meeting avant-garde rock, all filtered through the sensibilities of five blokes who probably read too much Tolkien at Charterhouse.

Gabriel remained one of rock’s most fascinating frontmen, a genuine oddball who could make theatrical gestures seem vital rather than risible. His lyrics here were his best yet, full of wordplay and social observation, even if they occasionally veered into sixth-form poetry territory. The rest of the band were operating at a level of musicianship that would have been intimidating if it wasn’t in service of actual songs rather than mere technical exercises.

Did this prove to be the album that broke Genesis to a wider audience? Not quite. They were far too weird, too English, too prog for that. But for those willing to enter their peculiar world, Selling England By The Pound was a rich and rewarding experience.