In films, no-one cares that Clark Gable probably said 'Frankly my dear I don't give a damn' 120 times before he got it right - it still felt like he meant it - it sounded real. Nor that he was probably thinking more about going and having a piss than about Vivien Leigh - it didn't matter. In records, it's so much harder to get the emotion that love songs such as this demand. "One More Night" probably meant something when Phil wrote it from the heart, but what feeling it may have had has been lost somewhere among the 65 saxophones and 150 pianos. Great for the radio but lousy for the tear ducts. (Eleanor Levy, Record Mirror, April 6, 1985)
This is Number One in America and it'll probably be Number One here. Can this man do no wrong? Luckily, like most of his solo stuff, this isn't a bit pompous, painfully clever or even 87 minutes long (like a lot of his Genesis stuff), it's just an easy, pleasing ballad that floats by quite painlessly. (Peter Martin, Smash Hits, April 11, 1985)
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