Stripped bare and raw, the music of Prinzhorn Dance Hall is a lesson in brooding, wiry guitar-laced menace.

This, the band's first offering, started out life in a disused chapel overlooking Portsmouth’s dockyard; it is the result of experimenting long into the night. “We like it when it is dark, when there’s vodka and no light,” says Tobin. It is this stark and industrial backdrop that provides the uneasy inspiration and interpretation of Prinzhorn’s modern Britain.

Simplicity is key to the power of this record. Periods of silence punctuated with Tobin’s rhetorical musings on early tracks ‘Do You Know Your Butcher?’ and ‘Worker’ set the tone. The repetitive basslines resonate throughout, with lyrics desperately clinging to an Orwellian view of provincial England...one encompassing endless Travelodge’s and McDonalds.

And it's Prinzhorn Dance School’s sparseness that makes this album worthwhile. It is proudly anti-mainstream, and all the more worthwhile for it. I challenge you not to nod your head along in metronomic fashion. (Pete Geall)

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