![]() ![]() Innocents will end up standing out in Moby’s discography for two rather technical reasons. BAFTA speech be damned, that one just sounded like his rent check was late. The wash-soak-rinse-repeat cycle that is 21st century Moby music makes Innocents one of the man’s most mind-numbing albums since, well, Wait for Me. This isn’t music that grows on you - it drills itself into your head. Subsequent listens are not likely to change that opinion, whatever it may be. From the start, your opinion of Innocents will come to you all too quickly. Slower, more ponderous music is supposed to “grow on you”, percolating into your brain over many listens. Now we arrive at Innocents, an album that compresses the dynamics and tempos once again so that we can enjoy a handful of vocal cameos among the instrumentals. Destroyed was the late-night soundtrack to urban loneliness, and Wait for Me was allegedly inspired by a speech given by David Lynch at the British Academy of Film and Television Arts on the subject of creating art for art’s sake. Like his two previous albums, Wait for Me and Destroyed, the famed New York DJ/producer has made another album to show off his subtle side. Moby has made it too easy to form an opinion about his music.
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