This is a deeply romantic album -- in the sense that it's a journey through memory, a conceptual stroll through the sensations of a typical night out in NYC in the 80s or 90s.
So the night starts wild and jubilant with the old school "I Love To Move In Here", featuring Grandmaster Caz of the Cold Crush Brothers and moves onto a homage to every crazy rave anthem (Black Box's "Ride on Time", anyone?) with "Everyday It's Like 1989". And the mechanistic "257.zero" evokes a haunted landscape of digital bewilderment before lapsing into the rich, weary sophistication of "Live For Tomorrow" and "Hyenas", the latter featuring a swooning Algerian French vocal; Piaf meets Grace Jones at 4am under a stuttering streetlight.
Elsewhere Moby revisits early 90s house with "Disco Lies" and employs a rap from Ainzli Jones and Nigerian hip-hop act 419 Group for futuristic hip-hop outing "Alice". The guttural desperation of the Moroder-ish "I'm In Love" recalls Crystal Waters "She's Homeless" more than it does the smooth sensuality of a Donna Summer.
But as the album swoops to a blissfully exhausted close with its lovely title track, the elegiac quality of the album is clear as first daylight. "If this be my last night on earth," sings Kudu's Sylvia Gordon, "let me remember this for all that it's worth."
Self-referential maybe - but not dated so much as a romantic elegy for a vanished elysium.