"It was supposed to be parochial, intended to evoke something local and unique. As it turned out, the makers of acid house had hit on something universal and timeless. No music before or since has better captured the sweaty, blank-eyed intensity of being lost on a dancefloor in the small hours: you didn't have to be in the Muzic Box, surrounded by people so maddened by drugs and the sheer volume at which Hardy played that they would cry or faint or start having it off with each other, to know that weird, simultaneously elated and faintly troubling otherworldly feeling. It's one of the reasons why the music on Acid Rain doesn't really feel dated".