Moby’s latest offering, Wait For Me, comes quickly on the heels of last year’s Last Night. More introspective than recent predecessors, the album at times feels almost weightless beneath the gentle gust of cinematic strings and breathy female vocals. Despite the brisk turnaround, the record is neither rushed nor insubstantial.
Reminds us of: Sigur Rós | Emancipator | sweeping pans over majestic natural beauty, the widescreen (2.35:1) version, of course