Posted by: Johnny Loftus on November 30, 2007 at 1:00 pm
Let’s see, an irritable cocoon woman, and a man dressed as a butterfly. This will end badly. It doesn’t, depending on your definition of badly. But on their recent self-titled for the DFA, Tobin Prinz and Suzi Horn do manage to transform gobs of disconnected weird into disconnected rants that end up being some kind of pop music (The record’s been out for months now, and it’s still a question as to how they did it), and it’s also like that for this clip for “Space Invader,” one of the (less) spare songs on the record.
Really, it’s just two people yelling in clipped speech over bass line throb, kitchen table percussion, and Sears catalog electric guitar with one of those hand-sized Marshall stacks. And while types have been doing the spare thing for years, Prinzhorn’s version has this wonderful British twatness about it that totally owns. The Kills did it, too; ARE doing it. But what’s exciting about PDS is that they don’t seem fucked up when they’re ridiculing you. It’s just the way it is. Your drunken oath of the weekend? “There’s no clean air in Hampshire!” — Johnny Loftus
[tags]Prinzhorn Dance School, DFA, Suzi Horn, Tobin Prinz[/tags]