As much as it pains me to say it, it’s time that Moby should quit.

After listening to his most recent release (under the alias, Moby and the Void Pacific Choir ), “More Fast Songs About the Apocalypse,” I have zero interest in listening to it again. I’m not even interested in writing a review for it because there’s nothing to talk about.

It doubles down on the flaws of the previous album, there’s nothing memorable about it, and the album title is a complete misnomer because all the tracks are slow and tedious.

Moby’s first album released way back in 1992, and since then he’s released 14 studio albums. For those of you keeping score at home, that’s an average of an album every two years. But that’s not even counting his remix albums, compilation albums, singles, EPs, remixes, and film scores. But we all know that a jack of all trades ends up being a master of none.

Since his breakout album “Play,” Moby’s albums have been hit-or-miss. None of his albums post-“Play” have gone above a 65 on Metacritic. While in comparison, “Play” racked in an 84. And with his current direction under the Moby and the Void Pacific Choir, it seems like things are about to get worse.

After “These Systems Are Failing” (which I didn’t really care for-, Moby also released two tracks for 30 Days 30 Songs (which has been extended to 1000 Days 1000 Songs), with “Little Failure” just being spoken word talking points over an instrumental.

And now not even a year later, there’s already a new album. Regardless what you think about the album itself, there’s nobody talking about it.

It’s not like Moby doesn’t have other (better) things to do–he created his own vegan restaurant, Little Pine, for goodness’ sake. Part of me thinks that Moby knows this as well.

He’s admitted that “Hotel,” one of his most poorly received albums, is his worst. He’s re-released his albums over and over, and there are already a handful of “greatest hits” collections under his name.

He recently released a memoir, which typically signals that a career is coming to a close. In fact, there was a point where “Play was supposed to be his last album.

With so much under his belt, but with so little quality control, it doesn’t seem like there will be anymore breakthroughs in Moby’s career. In this writer’s opinion, an honorable exit would be very welcomed.

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