Moby’s growing on me

Last week I picked up Moby’s newest, Wait For Me. After a cursory listen I quickly dismissed it and moved on to louder, more attractive music. But after reading this Remix magazine interview I decided to give it another chance and it’s growing on me.

It is contemplative, quiet, and well suited for headphone listening at the gym on a slow day. (Moby suggests “It’s for someone lying in bed Sunday morning at 9 o’clock when it’s raining outside,” but alas I have two small children and work at a church… there will be no lying in bed on a Sunday for me and rarely the chance to sleep in until 9). No, for me headphone land at the gym is solitude. Still, the more I listen the more I appreciate his 50s era over saturated sound, the raw organic tones mixed with lush synths and delicate vocal samplings. It’s no dance party but it’s enjoyable in it’s own way.

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