For a while, I used to enjoy this album. Don't get me wrong, I still do enjoy some of it. Everloving is wonderful, South Side is poppy but a fun ride, Machete is a slice of energetic techno that feels woefully out of place here, and My Weakness still captivates me with that "underwater choir" sound.
But those are really the only "songs" on here.
The rest is excruciatingly boring nonsense that consists of one or two samples of gospel music, looped endlessly, with maybe a simple drum beat or some guitar thrown in. Calling it "minimalist" is a cop-out; this is just plain lazy. Hell, I could write "songs" like this without much trouble. If Moby is considered to be talented for putting out this dross, it speaks volumes for what pop music is today.
If you're looking for good techno/electronica, try Boards Of Canada, The Prodigy, Massive Attack, and maybe some Brian Eno. Looking for challenging music? My Bloody Valentine, Sigur Ros, the Cocteau Twins, and Godspeed You Black Emperor are good choices. Play is glorified elevator music, and little else.