That riff - filleted from the seventies, fortified by the studio, haunts like a ghost and kicks like a mule through satin.
That lyric - 'people come together, people fall apart, we are all made of stars.' We are stardust indeed, matter formed, transformed, reformed, endlessly. Sung with understatement, till it merges with that riff into the cosmic.
That talent - Moby's got it, he's doing it, quality ennit!