You might not be able to tell if a song is by Moby just from the voice or musical style, but it's pretty difficult not to notice that four-chord arrangement he uses all the goddamn time for ambient tinkle and career-killing thrash alike. Those four chords are his great, grand, sweeping, all-encompassing gesture of faith—a simultaneous bid for nobility and offering of fealty to the Muse of his choice, a bridge across nations and subcultures, a constant in an ever-rotating sea of instruments and genres. After a while it's impossible even for fans not to roll their eyes—those changes may be heartfelt, but that probably makes them cornier, not less corny, and all the more effective... More >>>