Jam Baxter and his highly cryptic critic of society: Leash

Jam Baxter and his highly cryptic critic of society: Leash A new song produced by Chemo and streamed on highfocustv's youtube channel. It's been an issue of simplification when it came to these cryptic artists, whether it's been a matter dealt by the literature critics, film, or even theater critics. I propose an insightful peep into the lyrics and the metatext, which is the video, before attempting to introduce Jam Baxter into one of the critical stereotypes. Yes, he might be a mannerist, introducing personal experience, anecdote and picturesque frames into a well locked lyrical vault, but he might as well be something else.

I'm not going to make a descriptive step by step analysis of this song called Leash, as it could spun over a couple of pages, and my endeavor could be worthy of a Thomas Pynchon wiki. I will settle on handing you a couple of keywords that might allude you to the right interpretative path.

The number 44: a number used to sequence eclipses in the Saros pattern; the 44th American president is the one in office today, the international direct dial code for UK(pointing towards his own country?)

Flies: little to no use on this earth, pesty buggers, with more than 4000 photoreceptive lenses (a symbol of surveillance, suspicion, disbelief, unhabitual existence)

A Lady Gaga figure with bleeding gums and a lascivious attitude.

What seems to be your day to day juice and liquor delivered by a fetching butler is taken like medicine by the decrepit-fly syndrome scientist.

No apparent subjectivity, eyes clasped on society, on the outside.