Hi ho, Bluejay thee band here, today talking about "stuggy" music.
I think the term was coined around this song.
Steve Jansen playing drums right here is kind of a guiding light for sampling, programming, and ripping toms. Not to get too serious, but it's great to find a place where classical music "hits the dance floor."
Also having a foreboding voice or set of sounds not coming right out and saying that's what they are, but rather impersonating a "totally fucked optimism" might be a Bluejay core value. It might. This jawn might also be stuggy.
If you speed up stuggy music, it has all the bubble gum goop in it but a little easier to mold into nice shapes with your hands:
He looks like Conan O'Brien, right? Totally the same age and social bracket.
Anyway, this would be stuggy music at its most glamorous and excited.
And back down to the bottom floor of the elevator, we get our feet wet in a transparent pink, shiny yet dull substance. Have a sweet ride everyone.