The only decent recording he made
James Chance/White was a one-hit musician, but on this album, he managed to get a number of good musicians to back him up, especially Bob Quine, whose guitar gives this a unique sound. When he played live, though - at least most of the time - he had second-rate musicians around hem, and his performances seemed like he was a cover band. He contorted himself at the right time, but that wasn't enough; he wasn't a very good sax player, and essentially repeated the same dissonant riffs on every song. This album does bring back memories - I saw him perform live in NYC several times back then - but it's a dead end.