Richard Melville Hall, better known as Moby, was one of the electronic music icons of the ´90s. But 20 million records sold didn’t exactly help heal his old emotional wounds. The New Yorker opens the channel in an autobiography brimming with sincerity, egotism and dark humour. A precarious and turbulent childhood, dabbling in punk and rave scenes, sudden success as a champion of hypnotic and velvety techno, a ton of money and narcissism, little happiness, addictions, hitting rock bottom, the vegan cause as a vital sense … Moby reflects on all this while pulling up archive, recent performances, assorted daydreams and, above all, with large doses of theatricality, staging psychotherapy sessions or traumatic events through actors, puppets, animation, silent movie inter-titles and even a chat with David Lynch himself.