If you read my reviews you know my practice of dollar gobbling--going out and finding handfuls of dollar vinyl and buying it is massive capsules. Well I just did.
Well, I don't know if I ever knew who Dan Hill was or if I even looked at this before checkout, but either way, I never put 1+1 together before buying that this was the guy who did "Sometimes When We Touch." which people actually use with thick comforters of irony. (What TV add was this in a year or two ago? I forgot.)
For all I knew Longer Fuse could have been free jazz, and when I got it home, I let it sit among the 10,000 other fishes, and digging around today for review ideas, took it out and decided to play it.
So I turn it on. Oh My GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD! What the hell did I do. I, captain hip, crave monger of Coltrane, progressive FM dude, went out and inadvertently got myself the album with "Sometimes We Touch" on it. You know that night at the bar when you decide to have that one extra drink and then there is a cop in your rear view. Well, same feeling. Worse
I won't, well, touch "Sometimes When We [see fourth word in this paragraph]. If you don't understand how bad this is, you should probably be in Amazon's housewares department.
The rest of Longer Fuse is actually not that bad. Hill must have tried to go big with the single. The rest of this is pretty middle of the road AM 70s soft pop. Nothing remarkable, but the musicianship is good, and when Hill is not gushing at the Dinah Shore show rafters, his voice is actually ok.
I won't be playing this next to Nick Drake or Steely Dan, or anything else, anytime soon, but like that feeling you get when that cop does not ask for your papers and tells you to get home safe, Longer Fuse is not as bad as it could have been