EIGHTEEN/PRINZHORN DANCE SCHOOL/PRINZHORN DANCE SCHOOL
I came to hear the band today. I ain't thinking about ya. I came to hear my drummer play...
BOOM-KLAT-BOOM-KLAT!...
How's about telling me a story?
Some things just work well together. Peanut Butter & Jelly. Ashford & Simpson. Peaches & Cream. Ass & titties. Hall & Oates. And of course, drum & bass, two instruments that reign supreme on this 45 minute album from DFA/Astralwerks darlings Prinzhorn Dance School. Over the course of sixteen tracks we're hit with bass, drums, guitar, shouts, whispers, squeals, and little else. And get this: it works. Sure it may be too simplistic for some, and the formula may wear thin after a while, but just when you think you're ready to check out, BOOM-KLAT-BOOM-KLAT! you're sucked back in, as was the case for me when track twelve -Up! Up! Up!- started to play. Rockin the Casbah like the house band at a wine and cheese art opening, Tobin Prinz's and Suzi Horn's child like tales of monsters, water jugs, and space invaders CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! into you with childlike innocence and ferocity, knocking you cold [in the toe tappin feet and them round swivelin hips of course] and making you smile. So simple. So easy to follow. What's not to love?
KEY TRACKS: You are the Space Invader/Lawyers Water Jug/Crash Crash Crash
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