The Press fits into a few different spots: they’ve got this subtle and folky warmth, a kind of cohesive thrash, a straight-forward upbeat dance grove, an in-your-face weirdness. They can touch on Primus and Grizzly Bear and The Stones and Saves the Day all at once, or completely disparately. The Beatles touchstone they cite is odd considering the band’s somewhat conspicuous lack of vocal harmony (they do have moments); but it’s also fitting in some of the ambitious turns the band makes song-to-song. Also on those vocals: the half-sung snarl reminds one of (all people) Daryl Palumbo or the more aggressive side of Isaac Brock – that is, until they make one of those hard turns and a feather-soft croon whomps you in the face with all the power of slumber-party pillow fight – it’s a good-natured kind of pain. The Brooklyn quartet is worth checking out, if only for their impressive collection of influences. See The Press live at The Clash Bar in Clifton NJ on 05.07 – DWE