We Are All Made Of Stars

Having previously tapped into the cultural zeitgeist so tellingly, Moby’s first new material since the all-conquering ‘Play’ is an oddly soulless, joyless affair that not even a coffee advert could salvage. A strange cross between Bon Jovi and Kraftwerk, We Are All Stars finds the normally charismatic Moby at his lowest ebb. Maybe he’s planning to do a Radiohead style career sabotage. If so, this isn’t a bad way to start.