Moby – Songs 1993-1998
I have no clue why or where I even got this. This is one of those CDs your collection coughs up on your shores and, for the life of you, you haven’t the foggiest how it got there. We all have CDs like that. It’s a little weird.
Anyway, Moby. Not my cup of tea. I tried it. I really did. And I think I’m fairly well on record (pun intended) as a guy who likes a fairly broad range of musical styles. Electronic music (for the sake of electronic music), though, doesn’t really do it for me. I know that a lot of people really get off on this stuff. They achieve lift-off, enlightenment, whatever they want to call their release that this type of music gives them. Raves, dance clubs, Ibiza, you know the drill.
The music here is interesting enough, it’s obvious some thought has gone into it. Sadly, each good idea is then looped for four minutes and called a song. His use of the human voice is generally the same. Usually female, there’s a few words or a yelp and then that just repeats until the (seemingly) interminable track ends. Exceptions exist, of course, like Into The Blue, which could be a Dido track.
The unabashed dance tracks, like Go, and Feeling So Real, just to name a couple of them, turned me off completely. I was unable to let myself go in the music. I kept waiting for something else to happen. And I know that that’s the point, to just be swept away in the beat. But not getting more really frustrated me. He gets better on the prettier, slower efforts, like Hymn, Novio, or Living. These come across as more exploratory, and gentler.
You have to remember, though, that this is still just some twat sitting in his basement playing with his midi files and his laptop, pasting loops together and calling them songs, but at least it’s listenable, more like movie soundtrack music, or those relaxation CDs you can buy at the pharmacy.
Did I like any of it, really? The track called I Like To Score was cool, I suppose. I could see that being used as some funky background music for some movie. But most of it, to quote an Amazon review I read, is “sonic wallpaper.” If wallpaper could play gentle relaxation CD-style music interspersed with headache-inducing techno dance tracks. Meh.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go chastise my CD collection for barfing up this disc.