Crystalline isn’t a word you use in association with Remote View. That’s the beauty of these singular space rockers. They record their sweeping, hirsute sounds in the basement of a Crawfordsville, Ind., music shop using vintage, analog equipment. Remote View’s third self-produced disc, Silent Hour
, is its first true cohesive set. Instrumental, mood-enhancing mind expansions bookend the album and anchor the middle. In between are creations of varying temperaments, from pastel passages and hypnotic psychedelic to puissant slabs of loose yet menacing rock ’n’ roll. Remote View is clearly a labor of love for its members, all studied in the history of rock. It shines through in their music, both foundationally strong and simply indelible.