James White & the Contortions: Second Chance (PVC)
Barney Hoskyns, New Musical Express, 1981
IT ALL depends how deranged you are to start with. James Chance – née White, née Black – makes impossibly futile, dead music, fit only for corpses to get amyl hits off. New York glamour, observed Warhol, is rooted in despair. But lets put that on a beat, says Chance, lets funk it.
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