If you've ever struggled with the concept of a diminishing margin of returns, you've never heard this album. It sounds all interesting and exciting at first (who would ever think to mix super boring and repetitive electronica with old blues samples?) but it wears thin with repeated listening. Eventually this album becomes a secret shame that you would get rid of if only you could. So yeah, Moby sucks. You heard it here.
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