Given the deep, resonant voice of the Willard Grant Conspiracy's Robert Fisher, comparisons to Nick Cave or Chris Connelly's recent solo work are possible -- but would be misleading. Whereas Cave and Connelly evoke a distinctive British quality, WGC create music which is undeniably American. Rather than focusing on the extremes of either coast, the Conspiracy plays the music of the mostly-empty spaces in between. By doing so, they create a record full of magical moments, evoking equal parts bayou, (titular) desert and dusty town. This does not mean that all of the songs here are melancholy, but more that they are allowed to unfold in a leisurely fashion, lending them a relaxed, country feel. In particular, "Color of the Sun" shines so sweetly that you'll instantly find yourself humming it. In total, the WGC lists sixteen musicians in Mojave's credits, although the main conspirators focus on understated guitar, subtle mandolin and soft strings to provide a pliant pillow for other sounds to rest upon as they expand the melodies. Like rust, WGC will slowly and inexorably become a part of you, adding character rather than corruption.