PRESS COLOR

PRESS COLOR

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Press Color are a four-piece dance-punk outfit with roots in funk, post-punk, and krautrock. While the band's work is centered around a dance music aesthetic, Press Color distinguish themselves by implementing odd-meter rhythms and off-kilter melodies.

Biography

Press Color was formed in late 2004 when four friends from the Detroit area began meeting to exchange musical ideas, founded in funk, post-punk, and krautrock. In 2006, Reciprocations (EP) was released under the band’s former name, The Novel Citizen, and promoted throughout tours alongside Jeremy Enigk, Nomo, Chris Bathgate, and Mason Proper. Though the band has seen lineup changes since then, it has reemerged as Press Color, with members living in Michigan and New York City. The band is currently in the final stages of completing its full-length debut, which emphasizes their interest in dance music while offering an eclectic take on experimental rock. With their affection for odd-meter rhythms and winding melodies, Press Color embodies a marriage of pop and the musical avant-garde subliminally inherent in the contrasting environments of Detroit and New York.

Lyrics

Only

Written By: Erin Rioux

Stop
take a look to see who isn’t staring back
I saw my lips so undone
As the he’s and the they’s tried to turn
Mine away from me

We will fight ourselves inside out
Listen to the falling leaves
But can’t you see we are only what we bleed
We’re only what we bleed

So please do not discover me
Yeah I was meant to sit beneath a tree
A newfound light up to my knees
Who really knows what he does and doesn’t see

I
I stood tall firm stare cupped in my hands
Are always safe knowing that
We will fight ourselves inside and out
breathing the air until it pulls at our teeth
intertwined and moving in our minds
our salty eyes will not be told what to see

So please do not discover me
Yeah I was meant to sit beneath a tree
A newfound light up to my knees
Who really knows what he does and doesn’t see

Yeah I could hear you laughing
When they were calling out your name
Wouldn’t you like to tell them?
But that would be a shame
Yeah that would be a shame

False Front

Written By: Erin Rioux

We are all stuck in time
Apart of one big line
Are we supposed to feel
or are we mentally confined?

Now whether yes or no
I simply cannot go
On being so unsure
Which thoughts are his and which are mine

Out natural tendencies
will be seen eventually
With the help of novelties
they’re pushed back so silently
And I can say it’s true
That I do not want you
To be the certain loss
Of this uncertainty

So please give in fall out
Why not trip up the down?
And peel it off real slow
So you can barely see the frown
I was not here when you say were here before
But nothing seems to change
No, nothing can dissolve the bore

Out natural tendencies
will be seen eventually
With the help of novelties
they’re pushed back so silently
And I can say it’s true
That I do not want you
To be the certain loss
Of this uncertainty

Am I true to form? I really do not know
Things that I put under are meant to be shown
How can I expect myself to really know
what is real and what is just the afterglow?
What is true and what is biological?
Am I giving in? I’d really like to know
Can I find my space between the earth and snow?
Or will I always be left going from high to low?

Discography

Reciprocations (EP)
Release Date: September 30, 2006
Catalog: Unsigned
Genre: Rock/Pop "N"
UPC: 842614010125

Set List

Press Color typically perform one-hour sets, which juxtapose driving dance numbers alongside atmospheric pop arrangements.

False Front
Only
Chairs Under
Like a Cancer
A Something
Is a Vibe
Forwardlooking
Rooms Gone Dry
Fall Into Place
Warmlight
From and Into Nobility Falling
Concrete