In hindsight, we always new there was something wrong with Moby. No matter how much he preached as a do-gooder on the sermons splayed on any of his booklets, the truth came out and now he’s sorta floating around, never being truly away, never getting a comeback.

HIs taste on covers, however, is great. His take on New Dawn Fades is great and Michael Mann married it perfectly to the visuals of Al Pacino brazenly driving at night after Robert DeNiro.

Moby’s cover of That’s when I reach for my revolver was my gateway into the legend that is Mission of Burma, a band I insist on calling “Mission to Burma”. I blame my Dr Who fanaticism.

It was interesting delving into Mission of Burma. An EP with their calling card, a full length album, 22 years of silence, and four more albums until splitting amicably. It’s laudable that a band can recognise when it wants to call it quits, and when it really wants to keep on growing as musicians.

That’s when I reach for my revolver always felt like a “sad” song. The bassline has this air of longing and frustration, juxtaposed to the explosive anger of the guitar work. It’s a shame that Martin Swope declined when Mission of Burma reconvened. Still, we got the amazing Birdsongs of the Mesozoic project out of him.

-Sam J. Valdés López