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Satellites and Saints

by Goggy

keyboardist-singer-songwriter Margrit Eichler channels the psychedelic-synth-prog-pop your housecats would create if they had opposable thumbs.
Genre: Pop: Psychedelic Pop
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Original Voice
3:22 $0.99
2. Bunnies and Unicorns
3:22 $0.99
3. Satellites and Saints
3:16 $0.99
4. Escape Velocity
3:53 $0.99
5. Capsule Crush
2:29 $0.99
6. Blameless and Sky Blue
3:59 $0.99
7. Goofed up on Hopballs
3:13 $0.99
8. California Stop
3:16 $0.99
9. Someone Else's Sound
4:51 $0.99
10. Plenty of Proof
2:35 $0.99
11. Lucky
4:45 $0.99
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Album Notes
Alan Haber's Pure Pop Radio writes:
"Margrit’s sense of melody drives Goggy’s songs, well-written constructs that burrow into your subconscious, constructs that come with a virtual replay button which you virtually press when the urge comes, and it will surely come, to hear one or all of them again."

Margrit Eichler (singer/ songwriter/ piano-player--known in the San Francisco bay area as front-woman of the trio, True Margrit) recently re-surfaced after immersion in her first solo recording adventure. Taking the concept of “solo” a bit literally, she produced the album all by her lonesome in her home project studio (Absolutely True Sound). She worked on the project in the wee hours, her main inspiration/ feedback coming from her pop-savvy cats, Luc and Freddi. The upshot: a melancholy, sincere, wry, psychedelic, keyboard-rich,synth-pop-meets prog-pop album called, “Satellites and Saints”. She’s eager to share it with the world—and with other people’s cats.

Full review from Alan Haber's Pure Pop Radio:
It was her first spoken word–not a word that anyone would recognize, mind you, but a word nonetheless. It was the first word that came into her head, that she uttered as she looked at her cat. “Goggy,” she said. “Goggy.”

Many years later, a long period of dedication to her craft logged, piano player/songwriter/one-of-a-kind voice Margrit Eichler has written and recorded a solo record, under the name of Goggy, that retains much of the sound of the band she fronts, True Margrit, even as it sounds somewhat different, but not so much as you might notice.

For one thing, and perhaps the most important thing, Margrit plays all of the instruments, including two kitchen implements that you might not ordinarily consider would emit sounds that would complement a melody: cheese grater and spatula. I would imagine that there is no college course or other mode of instruction that would prepare a musician to use such items to enhance a recording, but the world is a very different place nowadays, so who knows?

Margrit’s sense of melody drives Goggy’s songs, well-written constructs that burrow into your subconscious, constructs that come with a virtual replay button which you virtually press when the urge comes, and it will surely come, to hear one or all of them again. The sound of the digital dialing of a phone number, with the last digit left off and no area code noticeable, prefaces the dreamy “Original Voice.” A sweet piano riff is repeated, and other instruments chime in the mix as Margrit’s treated voice comes in; the affect drifts away and the song slides into gear, building as the seconds pass. In the end, this original voice delivers a song that doesn’t let go.

Another song that doesn’t let go, that mixes the proverbial IT up and is really an art-pop mix of sly songcraft and production savvy, “Capsule Crush” pushes pop conventions in the same space as wavy topside machinations, as if Kate Bush were fronting early XTC in a bit more of a subdued way. All the while, melody is king, albeit with the wink of an eye. “Goofed Up on Hopballs” is a more mannered melodic affair, punctuated by what sounds like a theremin pushing a slightly spooky agenda that hangs over the proceedings.

And there is the more straightforward of the bunch. Such is the pretty “Someone Else’s Sound,” which is more or less a sweet sounding musical greeting card, at least until the clever mid-section pounds into earshot. “Blameless and Sky Blue” is more or less a showcase for Margrit’s always-expressive voice played atop her equally vital piano, even as the bottom end shakes for dramatic effect.

It’s always a tricky proposition to reel off the influence of singers and songwriters one hears in certain recordings, but I would be remiss in not adding Joni Mitchell to the list I began with Kate Bush. Aimee Mann, too.

Art is a calling, a pure expression of soul-baring truth, and if there’s a person whose truth telling is her calling card, it’s Margrit Eichler. Goggy’s Satellites and Saints is her current form of expression. Experience it today.



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Thea Kelley

*Your* housecats, maybe!
It opens with plinky phone-tones, piano, accordion, twinkly strings & … a typewriter? ticking clock? some kind of ticking, chuk-chukking sounds… and the sly, wry and tender notes of Margrit's voice. It moves on to a whole toyshop of melodic goodies, unexpected instruments, evocative and intriguing lyrics, and a rainbow of moods. Goggy makes me listen in color.
If you've heard Margrit's other band, True Margrit, this is more floaty where the other is more propulsive, this takes a more playful approach to arrangement and arrives at some unique textures.
As for it being "the psychedelic-synth-prog-pop your housecats would make if they have opposable thumbs," actually ours is a little too sedate to deliver anything this whimsical.