Conceptually brilliant: smashing soul, disco and no-wave nonsense into a searing, dancable // unlistenable complication, wallowing in black coolness // white uncoolness (Almost Black Part 1!)
In places it works despite itself: those grooves+beats+ladies on Contort yourself are six dozen sax screeches away from being the first dancepunk song of all time by about 30 years.
But White's admirable commitment to savaging himself and everything within arm's reach comes at the cost of....goodness? Atonal shouting, relentless sax stabs, and watertorture pacing make this a grueling, painful listen 3/5
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