Moby, Play (1999)
Look, I’m not sure when this album by Moby drove me mad, exactly – or as close as I got to it – but tripping balls, wearing a sarong, stirring a pot full of different leftover spirits and liqueurs with South Side blasting out as if a new religion…yeah, that was a clue. You see this album just became my world. An impulse-buy just as it broke-big. Moby’s fifth album. I’d heard his name, but couldn’t tell you much about him until after I heard this. The earlier albums didn’t mean a whole heap to me, still don’t. I tried them though. Sure. And I stuck around for not long after this. But just recently I’ve found a way back in. I like the most recent album rather a lot. And his recent ambient mega-album is lovely. Good sleeping music. Good waking music. Etc. But Play was played to death. And nearly my death too. I remember running down the road in Newtown in the rain trying to buy cigarettes for a girl that was trying to convince me she had cancer. But, you know, still needed a puff. I was so into this album I nearly tried to like THE FUCKING COUNTING CROWS. Look, it’s fair to say I still don’t know what happened between me and Moby and this album. But I do know that I made it out. And it seems like he did too. And I gave up on this album a long time ago. And then just recently I decided to try it again. And I found a way (back) in. It sounded really good to me, some of it sounded really great. No more ads and movies and TV shows. Just music. Some of it naff, some of it heavily concocted, but some of it really moving; some of it reminiscent of actually happy times too – not just the madness of the day. And so, only recently I bought the album. The record. The double-vinyl. Now I want to buy The B-Sides. (Actually a better listening experience, I think). But anyway, whether that actually happens or not, I’m legitimately signed on to this. A fan. Once again. It’s weird. But hey, if you’d asked the guy in the sarong, “cooking” spirits in a pot on an unlit stove: He’d have put one big thumb up and said Weird Is Good. (This album is nearly 20 fucking years old).
Sample Track: My Weakness
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