Moby

If you assume that Moby is just another boring techno artist from England, then it turns out
you're wrong. Everything Is Wrong is an eclectic piece of work in the extreme -- this album
is all over the place and all the better for it. Just one track won't do this album justice,
though the current single, "Everytime You Touch Me," and "Anthem" are good places to
start.

Is it strange that a studio wizard of Moby's evident genius makes such flawed records? Not if he's really a dancefloor wizard--not if the communal-ecstatic is his artistic ground. Where in concert he subsumes rockist guitar and classical pretensions in grand, joyous rhythmic release, on album his distant dreams remain tangents. "What Love" challenges Metallica as incidentally as "God Moving Over the Face of the Waters" does Philip Glass, and all I can say for sometime cocomposer Mimi Goese is that she sounded even prissier in Hugo Largo. Martha Wash, call your agent. I mean, he's a Christian, girl. (Grade: A-)