Ward C Locke
A fun song about Asian cuisine. A hyper-speed, jazz-fusion bender that turns a takeout menu into a fever dream of percussive piano and lyrical gymnastics. No filler, just raw technical heat and pure culinary chaos.
A gritty, locked-knee blues trek through travel-induced desperation, featuring raw vocal delivery and an unapologetic narrative regarding the messy consequences of a long-haul bus ride struggle.
A relentless acoustic piano trio performance defined by percussive left-hand rhythms, cascading melodic runs, and a high-speed dialogue between the piano, upright bass, and driving drum kit.
A high-velocity collision of acoustic piano, upright bass, and drums. No filler, just 160 BPM of manic friction and chromatic tension. A raw, percussive sprint through modern avant-garde jazz.