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Pitchfork has a review of Prinzhorn Dance School's album, giving it an 8.2. They write:
Only 70% or so of Prinzhorn Dance School's debut album is made up of music. The rest is... well, it's hard to say. What do you call the space in a song that lingers between the guitar parts, vocals, and beats? It's not exactly empty space, since it takes on properties that change according to sounds in the surroundings. And it's not "negative space" as plied by sculptors, whose hold on nothingness needn't account for fluctuations in drama brought about by time. So what do we call this space, then? Is it material, immaterial? Is it music?I don't know what it is either, but I'm kind of hooked. The songs on the album are oddly catchy in spite of all the clang and noise. It's sort of like eavesdropping on noisy neighbors. But there's also this sort of gleeful dislocation from the awareness that you're listening to something odd. It's like the first time you heard the Ramones. That brief, what the? And then, oh yeah. The same for the Violent Femmes, or the White Stripes, or Pavement. It's the left-field-ness of it that appeals.
The full album is streamed here and you can judge for yourself.
