Actually, Hotel sounds more of the type of record They Might Be Giants would make had they not gotten so ironic. It's a sweet and beautiful expression of what Moby has become, and maybe more of what he's not. Not to say that Moby's new release is dripping with sentimentality. It aches with loss and regret, but not the kind of saccharine convictions one would expect from a man who saw it all, did it all and came away unfulfilled. The lyrics are simple even as the concepts behind them are complex. Using a gentle cadence more like nursery rhymes than rock songs, Moby conveys exactly what he wants to without unnecessary intrusion. In this respect, the music gets to breathe and wrap itself around your tender heart. That is, if you're not bitter. People who would hate Hotel probably hate themselves to some degree.
The accompanying ambient disc is like a special treat in a Cracker Jack box. But unlike a cheap toy, it could have easily stood alone as a separate release. It's nice to see that Moby can still evoke a dreamy mood.
If this is the first indication that Moby has matured as an artist, then I can't wait to hear what he keeps growing into. Moby Hotel is worth checking into