![]() I can almost smell the milk on his breath as he introduces the classic ‘Old Black Magic’ and ‘Jaded’. I’m leaning back into the audience behind me trying to see his emotional disposition better as I’m too close. They hurried through ‘Off Black’ and ‘Designed to Kill’ before a hugely resonant rendition of Gill Scott Heron’s ‘Home Is Where The Hurt Is’. ![]() Strapping on his Soprano sax, he was offski, spinning like a white James Brown, perhaps not as gymnastic, but certainly feeling that shit. ![]() The sprightly outcast took to the stage with his French troupe of musical contortionists – to all intents and purposes, meaning business and armed with set list, notes, and what appeared to be half a glass of milk. It certainly had that feel to it with three hours stuck in gridlock coming from Edinburgh, but it wasn’t The ABC streets of the Apple, it was Renfield St in Glasgow, and one of two British shows by the contortionist himself. It might have been New York’s Lower East Side arriving in a downpour for James Chance & Les Contortions. Our second review from last week’s James Chance et Les Contortions gig. ![]()
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