Shaking off the night's chill, he enters, taking the same seat, tonight like every night, the atmosphere comforting. Tobacco smoke billows from her nostrils, as her green eyes devour him beneath the incandescent light. Crowds cheer as the warm up act's riffs crescendo. Pulling a pencil from her hair, the waitress takes his order...bourbon on the rocks. "The band are gonna be awesome tonight," she proclaims, igniting his anticipation. "Anything new?" he asks, lighting a cigar. "Organtune. Trust me, that's some jazzy-ass music."

Organtune, some jazzy liquid funkiness, comprised of warm organic overtones with a heavy bouncy bass line. A proper shoulder shuffler.