If you could imagine a yearbook for 2005’s School of Rock, The Presets would stand out like a jet black ink blot on the page: defying categorization in their recorded work, exceeding expectations above and beyond in sweat-drenched live shows that leave the competition for dead, releasing videos and artwork as beautiful as they are twisted. They would be crowned the official class odd bods.
A sense of drama is no stranger to the Presets. A cursory glance at the cover art for Beams suggests a super-staged and unreal world, unparalleled since the cocaine castle fantasies of Fleetwood Mac
sleeves from the late 70s. Not to suggest that The Presets are anything other than modern.
Welcome back to the world of Beams, debut long-player from The Presets. It’s where the wild things are.
