The ultimate victim of his own success, such was the saturation of 1999's Play that Moby became the musical go-to guy for car advertisers and an uncomfortable-but- willing participant whenever a TV panel show felt in need of a soft-spoken, bald, geeky vegan.
It was easy to forget how luscious and dazzling Moby records could be. And while Wait for Me is a sort of distillation of everything he has done before, it also contains, in its title track, a piece of music to remind you why Moby mattered in the first place.
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