reviewed by: Rob Horning
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| Hot on the heels of his (not its, as Sans Arc is not a band but the assumed name of south Jerseyite Craig Christo) April 2003 release A Remote View (which we haven't heard, but we suspect had less to do with the occult science of remote viewing and more to do with the Tangerine Dream song "Remote Viewing") comes this work, just four months later -- an astounding feat when you consider how difficult we all know it is to compose ambient minimalist instrumentals out of sampled beats and loops of simple guitar figures. You can call it post-rock or you can call it trip-hop, but it has much more in common with New Age music than anything else -- that somber and self-sanctifying space music that lends itself so well to quasi-spirituality. This stands for reason, for in its streamlined purity and its oceanic waves of echoing sound, music like Sans Arc's can symbolize precisely what many want from religion -- a mesmerizing simplicity that coddles us with womb-like comfort. reviewed by: Rob Horning |
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