Moby’s latest album, Wait For Me, is a pleasant if forgettable trip to the artist’s softer, more ambient side, writes Jess Harvell for Pitchfork. Coming a decade after 1999’s Play, a record that perfectly captured the “post-rave” zeitgeist of pop at the time to become a smash hit, Wait For Me makes no effort to recapture old glories. Rather, Moby seems dedicated to pleasing his core listeners.
The record shifts between "easy-listening indie rock" and "easy-listening dance music," writes Harvell, mostly eschewing Moby’s own voice in favor of wispy female vocals. Although Wait For Me offers some “truly gorgeous sounds,” it fails to tie them together into cohesive songs, instead becoming “background music in the purest sense.”