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Everything Is Wrong, the first full album from techno superstar Moby, is a brilliant and monstrous affair. In keeping with his various causes--he's vegetarian, an up-front environmentalist, and Christian--his shows and recorded tracks are produced with an adamantine rigor: the utter clarity of the conception and the execution demand respect. And indeed at its pulsating best Everything Is Wrong is disco music as lethal as it's ever been constructed: you revel in the power of songs like "Everytime You Touch Me" and "Feeling So Real," their lethal assault given some humanity by the keening vocals of diva Mimi Goese. Elsewhere things get weird. "What Love" slides unapologetically between a reverberating, synthesized blues and an utterly lacerating industrial attack; a long seven-minutes-plus track with exactly one-half of a melody--"God Moving Over the Face of the Waters"--we're supposed to accept as a "classical" composition; and at any given time a heavy-metal guitar solo can add a touch of levity. Such scattershot constructions make the record a little hard to take seriously. No word on whether he'll have a singer with him on this tour, but past Moby shows--featuring the music's manic, charismatic creator flailing away on a keyboard on an otherwise bare stage to earsplitting accompaniment--have been something to see. Friday, 7 PM, Metro, 3730 N. Clark; 549-0203.

Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): Photo/Jill Greenberg.

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