I’d forgotten how much I enjoy Moby’s album “Play”. I bought it at the same time everyone else in the known universe did, and got sick of it being played to death by a) everyone else in the known universe, and b) every advert ever made, and so, like everyone else, I stopped listening to it. And then, for a long time, it reminded me of a slightly bleak period of living in hotel rooms and being generally a bit fucking down, so I never really listened to it again.

But for the first time in a few years, I’m listening to it now, as part of an attempt to listen to everything in my CD collection at least once this year, and y’know, I think I remember why everyone in the known universe bought it. It really is quite bloody good.