Moby: Destroyed – review

Moby's 10th studio album is released alongside a £25 book of his own photos, in effect making the songs a soundtrack to the book. Music and pictures alike aim to capture the disjointedness of life on tour, which for Moby means snapshots of airport corridors and 71 minutes of lonely-as-a-cloud electro-wafting. Bearing in mind that music about touring is of more interest to the artist than to listeners, it's still easy to appreciate swathes of Destroyed. The best of it – an austere symphony called Stella Maris, the Chemical Brothers-meet-John Barry grandeur of After – does convey some of the rootlessness of constant travelling. Other segments of the record are given over to morose chill-out, conjuring the sleepless nights that reportedly inspired insomniac Moby to write the music. Elsewhere, there's a return to the cuddly Play era, with Lie Down in Darkness's mix of forceful female vocal and moping synth underlay. Even without the photos, Destroyed has something to say, just.