# staying true to one's prog rock orientated style while being technically proficient soulless and sterile versions of 90s band limp bizkit permanently and unceasingly showing off one's instrumental math-pop chops a disconnected hogwash of schizo-frenetic riffing jerking one's polished instrument in public nothing but biddle-bubble-boobly-biddly waffle mixolydian blurs signifying nothing makes the track ballerina 12/24 by steve vai seem bland listening to insane arpeggios along with chromaticism slides legato bending repetitive tapping vibrato and finger styling one is merely left cold and angry instantly realising 'why it's all just a bunch of polyphic poly filler' // republic of bob