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At one point in time
the boys of 34 Satellite were considered by many to be part of
the alt.-country movement; at least that's what I've been able
to glean from the All Music Guide and various reviews I've read
about their debut release Radar. But somewhere between
that release and their latest offering, Stop, the quartet
from the land of the silver bullet apparently decided they needed
to put a little distance between themselves and the comparisons
to Tom Petty, Son Volt, The Flying Burrito Brothers, The V-Roys,
Jayhawks, The Bottle Rockets, and John Cougar, to name a few.
So they turned their ship toward the Indie isles, where many
bands seem to be washing up these days, and they've come damn
close to reaching their destination, because they no longer sound
like anyone from the aforementioned group; instead, on Stop,
34 Satellite now has much more in common with Matthew Sweet,
Fountains of Wayne, and Flickerstick.
Marc Benning (vocals, guitar), Marc Smith (guitar, vocals),
Mark Boquist (drums, percussion), and Mike Santoro (bass, vocals)
have managed to create a CD that will put a lot of smiles on
collegiate faces as well as find plenty of playing time in frat
houses and dorm rooms around the country. The music on Stop
is unabashed college rock - - energetic, just Indie enough to
remain accessible yet clever, and with musical elements that
bridge the emotional gap between the last vestiges of high school
angst and that exhilarating first realization of personal autonomy.
In other words, it's done right, but, more importantly, it's
also done well.
The first three tracks on the disc - - "elijah st. marie,"
"get out alive," and "coming in clearer"
- - hit hard with their swirling guitars, catchy melodies, and
ebullience, which pretty much sets the tone for the entire CD;
in fact, in my opinion, there is not a single song on this 13
track disc that should be overlooked by college radio, or, hell,
commercial radio for that matter. After even the most cursory
listen, the parallels to Fountains of Wayne are immediately apparent
in the overall sound of 34 Satellite, and I'm sure, from the
little I was able to decipher, the lyrical content is also similarly
acerbic.
"Charleston," which, to my disappointment, is not
about the city in South Carolina, has a choppy rhythm and simplistic
lyrics such as "What's the capital of West Virginia/What's
that movie with that guy and the girl we adored?" that sticks
in your head like a mutant strain of "Happy Together"
- - not that the two songs sound anything alike, mind you, it's
only the effect they share. But the two songs that most impressed
me were "there is gonna be a problem" and "smoke
from a funeral." "There is gonna be a problem"
could very possibly be the theme song of most stalkers, but what
really grabbed my attention was the musical similarity it had
to my all-time favorite rock group Big Country. The interaction
of the bass and drum as well as the swirling, high-pitched play
of the guitars sounded almost exactly like that vastly underrated
Scottish quartet. Then on "smoke from a funeral,"
a song that starts off with a cacophony that I can only describe
as what might have been produced had Charles Ives gotten his
hands on an electric guitar, certain verses are punctuated by
a classically structured guitar run. Very unique and hard to
forget.
34 Satellite may no longer be straight-forward alt.-country,
country-rock, or whatever the hell you want to call it, but they
are a very entertaining and talented group that simply plays
good modern rock music. And no, that's not an oxymoron. Pick
up a copy of Stop, and you'll hear that it does, indeed,
exist.
*Gravitate on over to www.34satellite.com
to check out a biography of the band as well as to find tour
dates and hear clips from Stop, or www.hideawaymusic.com
to pick up your own copy.
Contact Jud Block at jud-at-rockzilla.net
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