It’s hard to be a fan of techno when there’s so much of it. Everyone with a computer and Frooty Loops aims to one day be the next Paul Oakenfold. Yet among the clutter, there is some greatness. There’s the old (Prodigy, Crystal Method), the current (LCD Soundsystem, Daft Punk), and then there’s Moby. That might sound a bit optimistic for a guy whose last release, 2005′s Hotel, pretty much was swept under the floor mat, but I’ve yet to see a single composer revitalize the sound as the New York, bald, boy wonder has.
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Much like 2005′s Hotel, Moby’s new effort, Last Night, came out of left field. It seems fitting to have an album, considering its been three years, but it was just a bit of a surprise. I found out through a review, several of them. Each one raved of a return to “true” form, gone are the lush atmospheric tunes and in place, a throw back to the fun, grooving days of the musician’s early career. Upon reading that information, my heart stopped. After listening to the album, my heart shattered.
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