Friday, November 22, 2019

“Satellite” by Skip Curtis – A Song Feature


     “Satellite” delivers a “where did that come from” excitement because of a shift from a vocal-driven force having periodic increases in texturing to a guitar-driven power with periodic surges in momentum.

     Lyrically and musically, the single from Skip Curtis invites separate discussions. In the first half of “Satellite,” Curtis describes his frustration with trying to work on a relationship with a person who remains detached. At the start, only a steady-rhythm, palm-muted guitar provides accompaniment. The texture is soon enhanced by delicate guitar that is satisfied with taking a backseat to the vocals. When the drums enter, they are more insistent than the guitar, but don’t detract from the determination of the vocals.

     The transition to guitar drive is masterful. At 1:42, vocal reverberation and overdubbing telegraph the change that occurs a few seconds later. The guitar and percussion push themselves into the spotlight. The vocals are allowed to reenter, but are no longer the focus and are limited to the chorus.

     Skip Curtis is a Welsh vocalist/songwriter. Different formats for streaming and purchasing “Satellite” are identified at https://ampl.ink/gyonZ. Quoting press content:
  Skip writes and produces his records himself and releases them on his own label Pet Shop Records. His passion and aptitude for song-writing and production has become more obvious with each release, leading to him working more with other artists as a writer and producer whilst continuing to establish himself as a solo artist. "Satellite" is the third single taken from Skip’s debut album Culture Violet planned for release in 2020.

     “Satellite” by Skip Curtis 




Lyrics of “Satellite” by Skip Curtis
Can we hark back, can we hark back
Back when nothing came easy
Only want that, only want that
On replay

Try to reach through, try to reach through
Reach your rarefied orbit
Had it all, the silver sky called in tune

But now you just say nothing when I ask you what can I do
And you just leave me looking at a blank screen, blocking my view
Nothing's making it through tonight, blame it on a broken satellite
So if you won’t say anything, I'll stay tearing in two

Try to work hard, try to find time
All this pace and no progress
Like a black star, flying too far
To be saved

I've been chasing, I've been chasing
Inch by inch but no closer
A slow fade, the fate of my new design

But now you just say nothing when I ask you what can I do
And you just leave me looking at a blank screen, blocking my view
Nothing's making it through tonight, blame it on a broken satellite
So if you won’t say anything, I'll stay tearing in two
[Repeat twice after the bridge]

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