Out of work therapists might want to send a "thank you" card to Moby for their recent loss. Why? The legendary dance titan has just released his latest offering Wait For Me; an album that features 16 tracks that almost any depressed individual will find they relate to. Whether you're a nave 15 year old, or a down on his luck 60 year old (out of work therapists?) that just received dreadful news, this record will be one worth commiserating to. Oh yeah...it also may very well be the man's finest reason to press play, since Play.
Wait For Me is as vintage as albums come. Moby recorded the full-length album in his home studio, drew the cover with a black sharpie, and asked several of his more nameless friends to add some vocals. While I'm not sure venturing in to platinum territory was the central motivation this time around, Moby certainly seems to want to trigger his listener's emotions with this one. So we say, Moby, solve our problems.
And so therapy ensues, with first single "Pale Horses" leading the way. The track features his friend Amelia (who sounds remarkably similar to Dido) singing into a cheap microphone, with no headphones and reading the lyrics off a sheet held in front of her. She begins "Put me on the train/Send me back to my home." The unpolished vocals, along with the vulnerable lyrics, leave you yearning for something more in life, even if you already found your home. Better grab another box of tissues because the next track is titled, "Shot In The Back Of The Head". Need we go any further?
Even the upbeat tempo of "Mistake" can't save the melancholy (would you want it to?). Any possibility of light is quickly hampered, as darkness overflows with lyrics like, "I have never felt so lost before/And the world is closing doors." Thought you had an endless array of opportunities at your door step? Well think again as this door closes slightly more each day. We apologize for bursting your bubble on the secrets of life.
Wait For Me - which unsurprisingly was inspired by filmmaker David Lynch - may break any of Moby's previous molds with this album. Simply, Moby - older, wiser perhaps - isn't parading around suggesting, like most artists, love heals all. Instead, his message is brutal and raw: The world sort of sucks. Come to terms with it first, then make changes to find your place within it. Thank you, Moby. We have been searching for this kind of integrity for far too long. - Lonnie Nemiroff