Moby has not yet relinquished his talent for building up his mostly instrumental songs from small sounds into glorious set-pieces, sending you to strobe-filled clubs with Sevastopol’s brightly insistent melody, or to an evening cityscape in the moodier Victoria Lucas. When he does sing, his deep, simmering voice counteracts the brighter aspects of the tunes.

The darker edges around Destroyed will probably prevent this album from making it into poppier radio stations’ Top 40 lists, but Moby’s zappy, glittering synth-heavy electronica, while almost relentlessly intense, can be incredibly cathartic.

Fiona Hardy is from Readings Carlton