Of all times, now is not the time to be musically submissive. That is why it is high time for Providence’s Six Finger Satellite to return and render all imitators the musical equivalent of a “Who farted?” t-shirt; making you grin for a nanosecond before you want to tear it off and burn it. Six Finger Satellite have navigated the murky industry waters with a healthy embrace of adventure and an even healthier disregard to mainstream flow since the beginning of the 1990s. Naturally, they cemented a sound that many are vainly and often painfully trying to emulate to this day. Theirs is music grounded deep in bedrock but looking to the spheres, lifting spirits and discovering unchartered territories along the way. Prefiguring many figures in today’s electro-post-punk-hodge-podge scene, the current landscape would be immeasurably different if not for Six Finger Satellite.
Everyone’s version of paradise is different, but Six Finger Satellite have always made the best of living in a world of desolation, despair, debt, and dirty dealings. Unquestionably, their hypnotic brain worms and cracked laments always reflected the orgiastic and anarchic aspects of our hair-triggered world but they always displayed a controlled assurance that made all the right moves. Hell, whenever they chose to play up a clichéd tackiness it made them even cooler! Toe tapping was witnessed at many a show but it was their astonishing inventiveness that provided Sub Pop with a much-needed and altogether new roster twist. Cue bigger crowds, for their four chameleonic albums and the appearance of their “Parlour Games” video on cultural linchpin Beavis and Butt-head proved the helpless inherently inferior and brought near stardom. It was not in the stars, however, and members and mains moved on to projects and planes as the group quietly broke towards a sad yet inevitable timeout.
But in the words of absolutely no one: “hiatus shmiatus!” Six Finger Satellite resurfaced to Earth in 2009, issuing a new set of old unexplored horizons called Half Control on Load. No one would regret the band exercising past demons but true believers believe and instead of resting on past legends and laurels, Six Finger Satellite are back to stay, in a manner that will most certainly be completely irrational and entirely appropriate as is their way. This year’s model is like past years’ models; a little older perhaps, a lot wiser certainly. Stylistically, they are still rarer than an albino dodo. Recent retinkering has core deviants J. Ryan and Rick Pelletier joined by like-minded psycho souls Dan St. Jacques and Brian Dufresne on bass and drums respectively, giving this orbiter a madness and a magic that breaks with any preconceived notions yet can be instantly earmarked as “The 6FS Sound.” Born of frustration, fueled by determination, Six Finger Satellite has survived many incarnations throughout their near-20-year career with an unwavering devotion to their craft and extreme heart-on-sleeve displays of dispassion. Now and forever, Six Finger Satellite is a classy rambunctious affair that is destined to be, if not already, your constant obsession.
–Biography By David Nadelle Of TinyMixTapes.com
“Six Finger Satellite channels pure power through lead singer J Ryan, who writhes and jerks and plays his strap-on synthesizer in what might be an homage to Edgar Winter and Devo.” –The New Yorker
“The weak of heart need not bother with this one, but those hankering for a manic musical assault to jump-start their boring lives need this.” –Ray Gun
“Heartless and arty where their compatriots are heartfelt and artless, Six Finger Satellite are the best Sub Pop band since you-know-who.” –Melody Maker
“With wires everywhere obscuring the operation, Severe Exposure flashes a guitar band confident enough in its stage power to delve heavily into Moogs, disco beats, and panicky vocals. With mood so established, this testy compliment to evolution presses in a crazy protracted push.” –Alternative Press