Al Byrne
Hello! If you’re anything like me, you probably hate most things. You might even have publically announced yourself to be opposed to the concept of “people”, and declared emotions to be for the weak. But somewhere deep inside that decrepit old husk of a heart, you’re probably asking yourself if there’s any sweet, sincere, impressively jangly pop music out there, waiting to melt the icy tentacle of cynicism that currently clasps your weary aorta.
With that question in mind, I present an answer: the answer is Satellite Crush. More specifically, the answer is this Satellite Crush empeethree, entitled “Paris To London”. Click the downwards arrow on the widgety-gidget to download, Beatty, or the “play” button to “play” the “song”.
Satellite Crush – Paris To London by MikeRog10
And thanks to the wonders of the electric internet, and magic e-mails, I can give you the story of Satellite Crush, in all of its unedited, press released glory.
A backwards British Invasion….
After graduating from art school in Ohio, Elliot moved across the Atlantic to London, England with hopes of starting a band. Heavily influenced by British music, and determined to follow this path, he barely made ends meet by bar tending at a nearby pub and busking on the streets. In the extreme loneliness that followed, he spent much of his spare time writing songs in his small studio flat in central London. Having just left the girl with whom he was in love with, naturally she became the subject of many songs to follow.
Elliot began playing open mic shows around the city, eventually playing several solo gigs before forming a small band with several other Londoners he met at a show. Despite some promising success this however, proved to be short lived following some members’ habits. In an attempt to escape the loneliness and addiction that London so warmly embraced, Elliot moved back to the states eventually planting himself in Los Angeles.
Shortly after moving to L.A, Satellite Crush was formed, basing their material around the songs that were written in London. The name came from a reference to the subject of the songs, the girl left behind, who he had minimal contact with while in London through emails, and occasionally a phone call, she was his “satellite crush”.
D’awwwwwww.
Apparently, the Indie Music Examiner observed that the music is “clean, heartfelt, well-produced and a nice departure from the deluge of cooler-than-thou post-punk emanating from LA these days.” And they would know!
Anyway, if you like what’s on offer, Satellite Crush’s debut EP, Arrows From Eros, is on sale now from iTunes (click!) and something called Disk Faktory (click!). Although – aha! – the iTunes link apparently only works if you’re in the States. Those Apple fascists. No idea about Disk Faktory, natch.
In case I don’t get to review the EP properly, or indeed, ever hear it, here’s a ready-made capsule review: “Self-consiciously wacky First Paragraph, followed by mild praise, and similarly mild criticism. A pun. Arbitrary number out of ten.”
