"The music industry is in crisis. The real estate market is in crisis. The banks are in crisis. Car manufacturers are in crisis. Hell, the whole world is in crisis! In times like these I consider commercial suicide the only honourable thing to do. Sureshots are out, gambling is in, because nobody knows anything as we all know by now. NY's underground celebrity, electronic obscurity and rare disco specialist William Burnett (aka Grackle, aka Speculator) delivers an EP that truly defies any categorization and therefore will have a harder time to find it's way into the stores usually packed with easily digestible pre-masticated dancefloor stew that comes with filing recommandations. The music on this record evokes images of mad Peyote sessions held amidst dry and sandy landscapes. The original Desert Acid sounds like a jam machines and instruments would do when left on their own, unsupervised by humans. A wobbly and acidey synthline goes on a psychedelic journey with fuzzy guitar riffs, backed by a stompy almost tribal discobeat. Düsseldorf's currently most interesting band Musiccargo rework the piece into a cinematic Krautdisco gem that floats on a loopy vibraphone drone, sprinkled with german and english lyrics. Sombrero Galaxy (aka CBS/Intergalactic FM regular DJ Tako Reyenga and his mysterious UK buddy Jonny Nash) take the track into cosmic realms (rare occasion where the term really fits) and their version could easily be interpreted as a Vangelis tribute. The last track on the EP We Are It is a slow 808 jam with druggy and spaced out fuzzy vocals, paired with equally druggy and fuzzy guitars. If you are a filmmaker and you need a song for a weird desert scene you'd be an idiot not to consider this one the perfect choice."