Prinzhorn Dance School
What’s the difference between being a mysterious cult favorite and just an excellent band? In the case of Prinzhorn Dance School, a very good second album. The U.K. duo seemed plucked out of an alternate, black-and-white universe when it released its self-titled debut in 2007. That bleak batch of songs — sinister, minimalist, not much more than piercing guitar lines, shouted slogans, and rudimentary rhythmic thumps — was tense and thrilling. A striking and fully formed statement, it also seemed like a complete one, based on the silence that followed.
But four and a half years later, Tobi Prinz and Suzi Horn have resurfaced with “Clay Class.” The album’s mere existence kills the notion of a band that delivers a singular musical message then disappears into the abyss, the subject of romantic conjecture and what-ifs. “Clay Class” is more of the same and that’s more than all right — Prinzhorn’s music remains singularly jarring and efficient.