Imagine turning back time and locking the members of The White Stripes in a room with "Cut" by The Slits, a pile of early records by The Fall and Wire, "Y" by The Pop Group, and maybe "Colossal Youth" by The Young Marble Giants plus a few others for good measure. Leave the band locked away for a few years with a guitar, drums and a bass guitar and ask them to write some songs. There is a distinct possiblity what would emerge would be something akin to The Prinzhorn Dance School.
The premise is simple: minimal music, call and response vocals about everything from your local butcher, identifying potential extra terrestial life forms, to the local leisure centre. It's odd and almost calculatingly surreal. On one level it sounds like the kind of thing created by a calculating committee looking to cynically exploit the kind of person who likes their music to sound odd. Yet somehow it doesn't sound cynical or manufactured at all. It does sound odd and, at times, just plain silly and surreal. Somehow I get the feeling that's just how they meant it to be. The downside of this is that it can sound a little one paced and the joke itself probably won't last the 40 odd minutes of the album. The sound is quite thin and not an awful lot changes musically from track to track.
Yet despite this I keep coming back to this record. At its very best it has a bizzarely addictive quality. If you allow yourself, "Crackerjack Docker" could quite easily take up residence in your head whilst you work out exactly what is shocking about mad dockers at 5 o'clock. Not all the tracks are as dangerously addictive and if the rest of the album were as good I'd be proclaiming this a classic.
Instead it's one of those surreal oddities out there for the small appreciative few. Back a few years ago I suspect that they would all probably have discovered this late at night on the radio. The Prinzhorn Dance School do have "John Peel band" writ rather large. They're not for everyone but if you want something a bit odd then this might well find a place in that strange corner of your heart.
Now I'm off to play with sparring monkeys and sticker book pigs.