Everything Is Wrong 1995 Album
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Everything Is Wrong was basically the ultra-serious version of Beastie Boys' albums like Check Your Head and Ill Communication, where it was anything-goes, experimenting with different genres, except put in a general electronica context, and then on top of that, the overall mood is one of…well…just look at the album title and cover. I usually keep political context out of these reviews, but it has to be mentioned here – Moby is vegan, and obviously believed that our entire society was an illusion – therefore, it’s the overriding theme of the disc, plain and simple. The problem I have with this is, he seems to be so angry and/or depressed that, one way or another, he cannot properly focus this energy to make this disc entertaining (forget about great), although at certain points it does get mildly interesting. We can roughly divvy up the tracks here into a few general areas – the up-tempo/electronica tracks, the ambient/chill/ballad tracks, and the rock tracks. Out of all of these, the most interesting by far are the rock tracks, but there’s only two of these, the vague hair-metal of “All That I Need Is to Be Loved” and the really garbled (in a cool way) blues-thrasher “What Love”. Moby himself does the vocals on both tracks and sounds awkward, and the overall vibe is very off-the-cuff, but other than that, they work reasonably OK, as if somehow you get the feeling this is the kind of music that comes more natural to him. The up-tempo tracks take up most of the first part of disc. I’m not going to name all of them, but the most notable one probably is “Feeling So Real”, which is so up-tempo it sounds like it should be mashed up with Benny Hill chase videos – that’s how ridiculous it gets. Otherwise, Moby’s up-tempo stuff, at this stage, is strangely retro-sounding compared to his colleagues in the genre at the time, like Chemical Brothers and Prodigy, and especially next to artists like Autechre and Aphex Twin. But at least they could be construed as unintentionally funny, whereas the chill out ballads and instrumentals are meant to be taken dead serious. And those tracks are all on the second half of the album! I don’t know, in general, these exercises simply bore me, but one of them, “God Is Moving over the Face of the Waters”, pretty much just looped the same maudlin passage over and over, and was begging for a voice-over from Morgan Freeman or Peter Coyote. That one was extra special in the excruciating department. Then the next, and thankfully last song, “When it’s Cold I’d Like to Die”, featuring a vocalist who sounded a bit like Death warmed over, came on to complete this documentary-inspired torture-by-aural boredom. All in all, the positioning of these New Age-derived tracks really dropped the bottom out of this disc, for me at least. My guess is that they were intended as intense background music for the accompanying essays and facts Moby diligently listed in the liner notes. To tell you the truth, I actually enjoyed the essays, though. They were honest, forthright, well-written, and I can respect the viewpoints. But overall, I’m just wondering why he didn’t put some of this passion into his music! To wrap this up, Moby at this time in his career appeared to be a bundle of nerves and going in like sixteen different directions from a technical perspective. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to translate that into a coherent experience, at least not for this listener.
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