From the label that released a slightly ignored Liz Harris & Lawrence English collaboration album comes another sure to be under the radar effort from William Burnett. As Black Deer (this better be a parody name of all the color/animal names cluttering up Spotify playlists), Burnett has created an energetic, spastic piece of electronic prog that obliterates the overcrowded space synth crowd from their luxury galactic cruiser. But I’m loath to follow this space metaphor any longer; Black Deer may seem otherworldly but in fact it is quite grounded despite its alien appearance. Though it pulses with the energy of a thousand unseen suns, it is psychedelic sheen and grounded melodies keep it driving across the equator in search of earthly mystical sites of power rather than those of Hawking and Sagan. And that’s how I like it because I’m tired of the jet lag. I’m a road warrior and Burnett has given me the juice to hit the gas pedal and find my own fountain of youth. He’s delivered the diving gear to finally discover Atlantis. This is more than just an escape from reality, it’s the first in a hopeful serious of getting-back-in-touch with our world albums.
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