On a recent episode of Never Mind the Buzzcocks, Simon Amstell turned to the diminutive DJ Moby and demanded to know why people found him so irritating.
"I don't know," shrugged the multi-million selling dance artist (pictured above). "I've come to the conclusion that it's because I'm an annoying person."
His honesty was refreshing. And while we can't begin to imagine why anyone would find a bald-headed bespectacled vegan Christian in the least bit irksome, it's true that Moby has suffered from more than his fair share of playa hate. The situation wasn't helped by the way his breakthrough album, Play, adorned more or less every car commercial of the late Nineties.
Will Last Night persuade people to take a second look? Well, the album promises fun in spades, with plenty of anthemic dance and old school hip hop. It's a throwback to his early days on the New York club scene, and even employs the services of Grandmaster Caz, one of the original writers behind head-nodding classic, Rapper's Delight.
Part of Moby's aim is to resurrect, "those big, larger-than-life, euphoric, piano-driven anthems" of the rave glory days, an admirable move at a time where dance music has become too rarefied for its own good.
So reach for the skies and salute the Mobester. Bald and beady he may be, but he can't half bash out a good tune.