Jay Dean

This is a really crappy record. I hated Moby's guts before I even heard that this thing existed, but once I discovered that he'd done a "punk rock" album, I just had to hear it for myself. I wasn't disappointed. I love to hate Moby, and this utterly foul turd of a record delivered the finest in revolting disgust. The cringes also felt particularly satisfying too, I might add. The songs vary between the blandest electro-punk, early 2000's car commercial theme garbage, to music similar to what was playing in the funeral parlor at my grandmother's viewing. It is pure trash.