CD Review: Moby, Last Night
Mar 4, 2008 3:39 PM Kristi Kates (Writer)
Moby's sixth release
starts slowly, creeping up on you with the offbeat electro-disco of "Ooh,
Yeah." It might sound low-key for starters, but it soon becomes evident
that Moby's done it again; he might as well start making appointments with
those ravenous ad agencies now.
Part of Moby's
appeal—aside from his ridiculously obvious innate abilities and that
distinctive Moby sound—is the clarity of his production work. Every instrument,
every enunciation is crisp without sounding like it's being thrown into a tin
can, yet there's still emotional and melodic depth. This is evidenced through
the likes of "257.Zero," with its repetitive spoken refrain (is it a
flight number, a laundry ticket or the forming of a protein molecule? Who
cares, when the auditory ambiance is this cool); "I Love to Move in
Here" with the old-school rap cachet of Grandmaster Caz on the mic; the
retro video-arcade loop of "Hyenas"; and the metallic patina and
hypnotic wordplay of "Alice." Elsewhere, "Everyday It's
1989" recalls the piano and soul feel of "In This World" without
being a mere copycat, while both "Degenerates" and "Sweet
Apocalypse" open the door to chill mode with their bass-y languidness.
Yes, folks; there's something Moby for everyone.
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