As backhanded as it sounds, the best part of Moby’s Last Night is his invisibility in the project. The New York producer wisely sucked up his ego, put the mic back in its box, removed his face from the artwork and instead revisited the reasons he’s a household name associated with dance music in the first place.
Last Night is a cool idea and a mission almost impossible. It sets out to encapsulate roughly the last 28 years of New York club music within the conceptual framework of a single night out and a 60-minute disc. From the old-school hip-hop arm-in-arm with early house on I Love To Move In Here, the Snap!-like Diva breakbeat on Everyday It’s 1989 to the Patrick Cowley-level NRG on Disco Lies, it successfully traverses genres and eras to conjure an image of Moby as some kind of quantum-leaping club hopper. Go Moby!