Presente: BIG DRIFTY. It’s jazz.
Or not. It really is retroscapist rock-jazz fusion, standing on the halfway line between sweaty blues & robot farts.
There’s the band. With instruments & all.
Drum track contains more dots than my shirt, and way more Onyxia should’ve had on.
Synthesizer goes squeak & bass is boring.
There’s also a guitar. Or several if you count in all the octaves & bits of delay.
That’s it. It’s jazz. Jazz that.