Satellite Dub Live

"Like a mercurial midfield general, the electronica of Satellite Dub snatches victory from the jaws of defeat. In a virtuoso display of fervent energy, this Glaswegian maestro creates an unsettlingly chasmal atmosphere in which to flaunt his choleric techno-dub. Emerging triumphant, Satellite Dub seems Final bound and, unlike most penalty takers, you get the impression that tonight hell be happy to hit the bar." - Billy Hamilton (The Skinny)

"Satellite Dub steals the show however; fusing Leftfield sonics with Death In Vegas introversion, it’s the transient sound of urban society that’s as unsettling as it is enthralling. Sweatily incessant, this is furiously pulsating Glasgow-techno-sleaze at its finest." - The Skinny

"Headlining the night was Satellite Dub, who brought matters to a thunderous conclusion with a cacophony of rumbling beats, fractured synths and white noise. Minimalism? Nah. This was electronic maximalism at its best." - Tronic website


"To wind up the live sets we finished with Satellite Dub. This guy is a genius and proved to us all why we put him on last. Bobbin' and movin' like a Satellite spinning out of control, he could not be stopped. His brand of Chemical Bro's, Prodigy and warp style beats fillled the hall. On top of this madness he layers melody and the fattest basslines you ever did hear. Brilliant all round." - Save NEMIS website

"I arrive at Tom Tom's Tuesday Club just in time to catch one man knob twiddler Craig Brown aka Satellite Dub. The 'real music' purists still persist in being suspicious of dance boffins who throw fits in front of their laptops pressing buttons and twiddling knobs. And in the absence of any kind of visuals other than said boffin spazzing out that was a problem for this writer. After getting over the initial feeling that, for all we know, it could be a CD playing on his laptop and that he could be pressing buttons on a broken VCR, it becomes plain that he actually can bang out some cracking tunes. Satisfyingly Orbital-ly and Chemical Brothers-y to sate the appetites of those pining for indie dance circa 1996 but still with enough extra to offer today's chin stroking post-Mylo Nathan Barleys. He's been making dance music for three years and has been gigging for little over a year, but has been getting attention from all the right people already, most recently with a mention in The List's 50 greatest bands booklet and a nomination from the Jockrock awards as best newcomer. Going by this performance and providing he spreads the word effectively he should have no difficulty in impressing a fairly wide audience. And with the likes of Steve Lamacq and Vic Galloway already giving him their stamp of approval, he is well on the way to Smirnoff advert style superstardom. A storming aural assault on the ear 'oles and an altogether nice bloke." - Paul Bamford (The Lick)

"Satellite Dub is Craig Brown, hi-phat audio dance enthusiast. His avuncular attitude and intense enthusiasm coupled with thundering, sleazy bass grooves, rampant samples and pumping beats is exhilirating. Brown is a bouncing, sweaty, jack in the box. He seems to slip inside the sounds he creates - mouthing the sampled words, clapping along, pushing buttons and spinning knobs with great panache. Before the end he invites anyone who might "want a wee dance to feel free." Looking around I see Jocky from Private Jackson bobbing his head wildly. These beats are so phat that even indie kids dance!" - taken from the TBreak website

"One man band Satellite Dub hit the crowd with an onslaught of pounding beats and devastatingly catchy acid noises. Building momentum with every song, he got the night started in earnest and had the dancefloor packed ahead of the appearance of Salon Boris." - John Clarke (Evening Times)

"Variety, that's the name of the game. Thus Your Sound - a club night dedicated to playing new music and which puts a band on every fourth week - have brought us a fair old soundclash since their inception last year. And tonight is no different. First up is Satellite Dub, the debut of one of Glasgow's new hopes in the electro scene. Craig Brown, in one of those 'is it Memorex?' set ups, is a blur of energy and flailing limbs; operating a PC, sampler and what appears to be a Theremin. The pulsations from some other unidentified device, perhaps what we'd call a drum machine in days of yore, hammers out a beat which were this a dancehall and not a pub would (in that same luvved-up era) have had crowds of ravers waving glo-sticks in the air. The jackhammer beat of 'Jesus Freak' particularly catches the ear and quickens the pulse, as does an impressive vocal performance on closing 'Hypocrites'." - Stuart McHugh (Is This Music?)