SATELLITES​.​04: GLITCH

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1.
Overload 04:00
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Unforgiven 04:24
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.
7.
Glitch 03:24
8.
DNR 03:05
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
9.
Photograph 04:21
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

about

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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