
James Chance passed away on June 18th ,and I wanted to pay tribute here with his trademark song. Part of the teenage No Wave scene in the late 70s in New York, alongside the likes of Lydia Lunch, DNA and Mars, he and The Contortions were a forward thinking squall of punk, funk and noise.
Chance was a confrontational frontman, taking no shit from the audience, who often had contempt for this wild and sexy din. This was art as provocation. It dared you to jump in, blurring the line between artist and crowd member.
Listen to this, wiggle yr bones and tell me this is vintage music. It could have been recorded yesterday. Bands like Squid, Black Midi and even The Dead Letter owe a sonic debt to Chance.
such an amazing gift and sound. that vibe is outside of time and space. forever relevant. and that’s so hard to accomplish.
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He was quite something. Too much for daytime radio, even now
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