Satellite by Sagat

SAGAT - SATELLITE EP.
Out July 8th, 2013.

12" Vinyl - BUY on http://vlekdata.org

300 copies - Handmade sleeves, screenprinted cover.
Artwork by DimRun, printed at the workshop.
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A year on from the release of his acclaimed debut EP, ‘Few Mysteries Solved In A Year of Contact’, which found its way onto Berghain resident Ben Klock’s Fabric Mix, Belgium producer Sagat returns to Vlek Records with a new four track 12”, ‘Satellite’.

But whilst ‘Few Mysteries…’ set down its dance floor credentials from the off, its throbbing acidic pulse lighting up clubs around the world, the ‘Satellite’ EP takes a markedly different approach.

Opening track ‘Ten Steps Removed’ is a masterclass in delayed gratification, like climbing a thousand plateaus it gently ratchets up the tension without providing relief. Just 2 minutes long it seems to stretcs time to breaking point, its lambent synths underscored by clunking metallic sounds and broken up radio transmissions and just the arrival of a hi-hat, that sounds like it’s on loan from an early ‘90s Sabres track, offers some release.

Pitched somewhere between the metronomic pulse of a grandfather clock and rudimentary 2-Step, title track ‘Satellite’ frees us from chronal suspension, its kick drum breaking through the misty haze of synth pads that hiss like tanks leaking anaesthetic vapour. As understated as it is intricate, like a fractal image ‘Satellite’ rewards you with more and more detail with each repeated listen and closer inspection.

Turn to the B-side and ‘Port’ layers the by-now familiar airy synths over a more dancefloor friendly, if still remarkably austere, beat. Painting a picture with a thousand shades of grey, ‘Port’ forever threatens to explode into colour but Sagat keeps his track on a tight leash, exploring all the subtle nuances that his monochrome techno palette allows.

Closing the EP, ‘Intruder’ sees Sagat round things out with another exercise in sound design and abstraction. Discordant bursts of staccato machine noise and tape delay abound before the EP is subsumed back into the ether and we are left with just the infinite crackle of the run-out groove for company.