Moby
Kick off your dancing shoes—you won't need them. For the follow-up to his acclaimed 1995 disc, Everything Is Wrong, Moby has ditched the haunting, strobe-lit club groove of techno and joined the headbangers' ball. Problem is, he doesn't seem to be having much fun. And neither will anyone who sits through his tortured ranting on heavy-metal assaults like "Soft" and "Face It."
While Animal Rights contains some moments of jaw-dropping beauty—"Alone" rolls by like horses stampeding in slow motion, and, despite its title, the crescendo of "Dead Sun" could actually be the soundtrack to a gorgeous sunrise—things get overblown and rote when Moby kicks out the jams. His agonized bawl over the all-too-familiar industrial din of "Someone to Love" and "Come On Baby," in particular, gives one the feeling of being bludgeoned by Tool and pummeled with Nine Inch Nails. (Elektra)
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