I make a lot of recommendations about albums you should listen to. Here’s a recommendation about an album you should avoid: the self-titled debut from British duo Prinzhorn Dance School. Many bands suffer from a lack of imagination and depth, resulting in a lot of albums that find a stylistic box and snuggle comfortably in it for forty minutes or so. But Prinzhorn Dance School take this lack of musical wanderlust to an extreme; it’s like in the universe of Prinzhorn Dance School, there are only three notes and four rhythms, and the album is in fact a scientific reference document organizing all the possible permutations into sixteen very similar sounding tracks, so that subsequent studies can simply refer to “You Are the Space Invader” or “Black Bunker” instead of writing out the whole pattern of notes each time. If you’ve heard one track—and you’re about to—you’ve heard them all.

It’s not just the similarities between tracks, either; Tobin Prinz and Suzi Horn have made minimalism their main concern, with most tracks dominated by little more than a repetitive bass line, a repetitive guitar riff, and the almost random beats of a seemingly distracted drummer. And then there’s Prinz’s mimicry of the Fall’s Mark E. Smith, in that he barely sings at all and prefers to not-quite-shout musings from a distance, backed up occasionally by Horn’s shouting of slogans during the choruses. In all, a very basic formula, run aground over the course of the album.

Okay, so not a great long player then, and the formula itself seems to wear itself very thin on paper. In fact, there are a lot of reasons why Prinzhorn Dance School shouldn’t work—and yet here’s “Crackerjack Docker,” a perfectly sinister song (accompanied by a perfectly sinister video) that seems too simple to be effective, but somehow burrows deep into your skull and never leaves. The lyrics are absurd and the song itself is barely a skeleton. But dismiss it at your peril, like I did halfway through the first listen, for soon enough you might find yourself playing it again. And again. And again. And again.