Public Practice Define Dark Disco Style on Gentle Grip—but Lose Some of Their Edge
There is no shortage of kinetic music that begs to be danced to on the NYC band's debut LP, but an element of raw, punk spirit just isn’t there

Public Practice, the Brooklyn-based quartet who blends elements of new-wave, punk, funk and ’70s era New York disco in order to create uniquely danceable tracks, have the disadvantage of their reputations preceding them. Ever since the release of their 2018 EP Distance Is a Mirror, they’ve proven their penchant for clever songwriting, instrumental prowess and, especially among New York fans, a live show that entrances so successfully that it’s almost physically impossible not to shake one’s ass. Yet, on Gentle Grip, the band’s debut full-length album, there’s a sense that the formerly embedded scrappiness and punk edge were sacrificed for slicker, more stylish sounds. While the album is successful at crafting smart and danceable music, it lacks the fervor that defined their 2018 EP.
This isn’t to say there aren’t gripping moments of sonic intensity on Gentle Grip that more than satisfy the more frenetic yearnings of Distance Is a Mirror. The opening track, “Moon,” lifts the pulsating, industrial bassline from NYC luminaries Suicide’s “Ghost Rider” that feels forbidden yet sexy and matches it to the foreboding echo and immediate beauty of singer-songwriter Sam York’s lyrics: “No, she does not want to lay down / Looking up she realized / She is the moon.”
There’s also the undeniably punk “How I Like It,” second to last on the album, which guitarist Vince McCellend penned and sings lead vocals on. York’s breathy backing vocals create a break from McCellend’s almost spoken-word tempo, which works excellently to convey a disappointing boredom with idolization: “I was walking down the street / And some kid came up to me / And he said, ‘Man, I wanna be just like you.”
The album falls short at times in the middle, when mid-tempo songs can appear to bleed into each other. The tracklist might have benefited from a single up-tempo rager à la “Bad Girls” from Distance Is a Mirror, but the album’s grip—while gentle as the title suggests—never loses sight of its goal to inspire bodily movement.