Back in the Nineties when "it seemed like the future belonged to serious young men making a tinnitus-inducing racket on laptops", an album evocatively named "Gas" started to make its rounds, paradoxically blowing away its audience with calm serenity. That record came from a certain Wolfgang Voigt and it went on to be a formative experience for everyone who got immersed in its unique sound world. The Guardian's Tony Naylor just wrote a great piece about this essential work of art, asserting that "the whole album is shrouded in our expectation of what sacred music should sound like. It is grave, it is monumental. But Gas is not a religious experience. It's a humanist one." Check it out here!