SATELLITES​.​04: GLITCH

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Throwing the listener into the panic of your mother’s stroke is a brutal start to an album - daring to admit one’s response could be fight or flight.

Johnny Vic is SATELLITES and that’s what he captures in the opening track of SATELLITES.04: GLITCH. That was his reality last December. ‘Overload’ delivers an immediate emotional grip, pitting dizzy synths, stabbing guitars and glitching drums, against a mantric vocal, never overwhelming its driving melody. Lump in throat, from there, this record doesn’t let go.

In the aftermath of the calamity, Johnny Vic spent many hours alone on a piano at her house, between hospital visits and clearing the house for sale to pay for her care. Within two months ‘Gitch’ was written and recorded. Impulsive and brittle in its honesty, the 9 tracks dig deep. If his vocal echoes the sing-speak of Matt Berninger of The National, then his dark sonics bring Scott Walker strings, Alt-J beats, piano smothered in Basinski static and twitching electronica which often builds into euphoric crescendos. And the title track’s lone piano inverts Rachmaninoff. It is painfully intimate and yet strangely uplifting.

Johnny writes, plays, produces and performs solo, with his band and with many other bigger acts. He most recently funked up the bass on a ‘Voodoo Doll’ remix for John Grant.

SATELLITES is his personal project, with two critically acclaimed albums SATELLITES.01 and 02. At the close of 2015, he had just finished a European Tour and was in the final mixes of a next album SATELLITES.03: LALA when his Mum fell ill - a ‘GLITCH’ which requires this album to be heard right away.

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released September 9, 2016

All songs written, played and produced by Johnny Vic. Mastered by Matt Shane.

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SATELLITES London, UK

Johnny Vic writes, plays & produces SATELLITES.

He has also written, played, produced & remixed big artists incl. Christina Aguilera, One Direction, James Blunt, Leona Lewis Fionn Reagan, John Grant & Mads Langer.

SATELLITES launched after 2 solo records & 2 acclaimed albums fronting Budapest via Republic (US). Budapest had a radio hit ‘Is this the best it gets?’ and headlined Benicassim.
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Track Name: Overload
Overload, I overload
I see the fire
I have buckets filled
I place them down
I turn around
Cause I can take no more
The flames are at my door
It’s time for me to go, before I overload

Alarms go off
A peaking dial
Flashing lights
A siren’s wail
Pay no mind to cries for help
Time to prioritise myself
Run, run, run as far I can
And wrap my arms around myself
And feel

I’m first upon the scene
The stench of gasoline
There’s voices that I know
Screaming out to let them go
Overload, I overload

Alarms go off
A peaking dial
Flashing lights
A siren’s wail
Pay no mind to cries for help
Time to prioritise myself
Run, run, run as far I can
And wrap my arms around myself
And feel
Track Name: Saints & Sinners
Raise a glass to the future
Here’s to good times and bad
To the razor sharp tongue and humour to match, I wish you all the best
Who’s a saint?
Who’s a sinner?
It’s hard to tell from up here
As the guilt-gotten red petals let go of the rose and fall

Stand outside the theatre
Muffled laughter inside
But I know the story
I’ve seen it before
And I know how it ends
Who’s a saint?
Who’s a sinner?
My halo glow blinds my eyes
With elevation comes feet off the ground
And a head in the clouds

I don’t want to know how proud you are of me
I don’t want to know there’s a sparkle in my eye
I don’t want to know
I just want to go out tonight

Welcome back old compadre
I always knew you’d return
That’s why I cut you your own key to my door
Who’s a saint?
Who’s a sinner?
Is it me, or is it hot in here?
With your integration, I live in a haze
Now I know where I am

I don’t want to know how proud you are of me
I don’t want to know there’s a sparkle in my eye
I don’t want to know
I just want to go out tonight
I don’t want to know
Track Name: Faith & I
Faith and I at odds again
Do you understand a word I say?
You look at me
You don’t have to speak
I understand

Faith and I at odds again
Though I understand all that you want
I look at you
I know what to do
Can I be so cruel?

Little bird sings all day in its cage, unfettered
If I open the door
Your decision is forced

Faith and I at odds again
You ask me to play God tonight
There is no one around
There would be no sound
And I love you enough
Yes, I love you enough
Track Name: Square Wheels
Break out the Champagne
Prepare the banquet
Score out the fanfare
Blow up the balloons
Set up the fireworks
It’s the day of the homecoming
A homecoming of sorts
Not the same 4 walls you knew
But different nonetheless
For you

And we all go back to normal
People, as you were
Dust ourselves back down again
Exhale a breath of air
Climb in the car that’s waiting and put our seatbelts on
Check the mirror, release the brake and drive
With square wheels on

Clip on the smile over the furrows and the lines
Well everyone’s so friendly and the view is something else
Slippers skim the surface
Corridor’s so clean
Tyres squeal on polished floor as we turn into your room
You’re home

And we all go back to normal
People as you were
Dust ourselves back down again
Exhale a breath of air
Climb in the car that’s waiting and put our seatbelts on
Check the mirror, release the brake and drive
With square wheels on
Track Name: Just Pull Over
Round and round the roundabout, I’ve figured out what it’s about
We do this till the tank runs out, then it’s over
Nails lying everywhere, it’s up to you to be aware
You drive across them, soon it all will be over
I don’t think I’ll ever know the way that I’m supposed to go
I’m tempted ever more to just pull over

I can’t steer and turn away, the steering only turns one way
And there is no fuel gauge to show me when it’s over
I am tired and I am scared and there’s no help from those in charge
Its up to you, its up to me, together

I don’t think I’ll ever know the way that I’m supposed to go
I’m tempted ever more to just pull over

On and on the days they come, its pointless trying to think to run
You breathe until the air is gone, then its over

I don’t think I’ll ever know the way that I’m supposed to go
I’m tempted ever more to just pull over
To just pull over
Round and round the roundabout, I’ve figured out what it’s about
Track Name: Unforgiven
I heard the news today
As I boarded the train
I heard the news
I hung on, as the train pulled away
I shut my eyes and I wished the message away
San Francisco held such fond memories for me
Now it shall forever be, the place where I heard the news
And you are unforgiven

I heard the news, my blood boiled
Alight the train
I heard the news
How could you?
You of all people knew
You watched the colours fade
You saw the smile without the eyes
You felt the aftermath
You did know better
You’re in excused, you are
I will not cry for you now
Cause you are unforgiven

No place for sympathy
No time for love
Your place of sanctuary tears me apart
Your path resulted in chaos and hurt
You are at peace now and I can’t forget.
Track Name: DNR
I ran a thousand miles away
But there is no escape
What’s done is done
All I did was run

I know I let you down
I know I failed you now
You told me what to do
Were this day ever true

All I could do was write three letters above you

I look into your eyes
It’s all I recognise
From when we talked that day
We both know what they say

All I could do was write three letters above you
Track Name: Photograph
Now is not the time to feel
Now is not the time to hurt

Look away from my thoughts
All the strings around my heart
Coat them in Silicon
Breaking down all the parts
To a size that fits a box
Infrastructure crashing down, without a sound.
And it’s killing me

But now is not the time to feel
Now is not the time to hurt
But these photographs are killing me

The pictures on the windowsill
Wrap them up in old newspapers
Pack them in
I break the rule – the golden rule
And I catch my eye from years ago
I want to scream at my own image, what I now know
But the smile upon my face remains in place
And it’s killing me

But now is not the time to feel
Now is not the time to hurt
But these photographs are killing me

There’s a photograph next to your bed
You know the one - I pull a face
I’d have put my arms around you had I known
It was the last