Acid house is the purest, barest distillation of house, the outer limit of its logic of inhuman functionalism. If disco was always ment to be about escapism, acid is about no-escapism. But one deviant is left in the machine, brainwashed but unprogrammed, lost in a terrifyingly blank catatonic limbo. Instead there's an ob-scene explicitness, a a graphic depiction of a fantastical algebra of pornotopian configurations.
Sex turns in to a series of quadradic equations, flesh becomes spectral.
Every bar of the music becomes an orgasm, making the idea of climax meaningless. And where acid rock imagined utopia as a garden of pre-modern innocence, acid house is futuristic, in love with sophistication and gtechnology. If house, acid, new beat, etc, are radical, it's a radicalism that's inseparable from their simple effectiveness, pure pleasure immediacy. No need for interpretation, context or rhetoric, all the things that people turn to the music papers for. No delay, no mediation, but a direct interface between the music's pleasure circuitry and the listener's nervous system.