Los Satellites fueron puestos en órbita en un cohete de fabricación casera a finales del siglo pasado, y han emitido hasta el presente varios e.ps. y 3 l.ps.
En estos momentos se hallan fuera de control terrestre y, gracias a los puntos de su tarjeta travel, están dispuestos a sacar el tercero de su edición limitada de singles, “Digital flower/La mujer pescado”, que se convertirán juntos en un flamante 4º disco en formato vinilo. La experimentación que este trío ha llevado a cabo con sus mentes queda patente en cada una de sus canciones y en la atmósfera reinante en sus demenciales directos.
Cargados de la estática del mosquito que lucha por salir de tienda de campaña, se han lanzado a los territorios anteriormente dibujados por bandas como Television, Wipers, Black Sabbath, Bauhaus o P.I.L.. Melodías propulsadas por ingenios de energía desconocida e inabarcable en esta dimensión en la que todos nosotros nos encontramos y que podremos vivir el 21 de mayo en la sala Cultura Club, en donde podrán adquirir el último de la serie limitada de singles de estas nuevas andanzas a las que se encuentran indefectiblemente abocados. Cada día suenan mejor, están más felices, comen de todo, salen poco y han sentado cabeza.
Satellites were sent on a homemade rocket ship at the fall of the century, and so far have radiated a caothic trail of singles and (3) Lps.
At this very moment they are outside the reach of earth’s magnetic pulse and thanks to the points collected in the supermarket, they are ready to embark on the release of their new single, the third of a series of three, that all-together-now will be compiled creating its 4th L.P., on vinyl format.
The experimentation done out of abusing their own brains, is clearly shown in each of their new songs and in their demential live shows.
Charged with the static produced by a mosquito trapped on a small camping tent, they’ve lately parachuted themselves in the territories previously drawn by bands such as Television, Wipers, Black Sabbath, Bauhaus or P.I.L.
Next 21st of May we’ll be able to experience at Palma's "Cultura Club" the melodies propelled by artifacts of unknown energy they’ve been harvesting from dimensions outside the one we happen to be in this very moment.
They sound better as each day passes, they are happier, they eat properly, they don’t go out much and have finally settled down.
If you try to hold me down,
I will get up again,
said Peter's soul to the crowd,
while standing on a ledge,
where one soul at a time,
jumped towards the earth,
in an everlasting circle of return,
I will get up again.
And I stood up, after touching the ground,
and I said yeah,
felt my bones back,
and the old our taste in my mouth,
when I said yeah
I raised my hand when they pointed across,
(asking for a volunteer)
and I said yes
to live in a lost and found world,
to start again ,
to that, I said yes.
