Shortly before the millennium, an album dropped that became the soundtrack for literally everything. You couldn't turn on the radio, sip coffee in a cafe, walk down the street or watch a sports highlight package without hearing Find My Baby, Natural Blues, Run On, or anything else from Moby's 1999 effort, Play.
Mashing together blues samples and casual trip-hop gave Moby hooks for days, and Play quickly became ubiquitous, spawning an entire genre of chillwave copycats in the process. Then Play was played-out. Where's Moby now? I don't know. I can't even be bothered googling his name.
But Odesza seem very familiar with Play's antics on their over-calculated third album. It's a shame: their first two records were joyous summer road trip soundtracks that took the Seattle duo from bedroom boffins to in-demand supplier of low-key festival bangers.
Their EDM-chill sounded both familiar and fresh: their breakbeats appealing to hip-hop heads, their synth game pulling in pop purveyors. If sunshine was involved, Odesza became the go-to.