My fuck! You've arrived!

I wasn't sure when it was going to happen, but here it is. Well done, mandude.
The sound on that guitar is really, really sexy and really suits the figures you're picking on it.
I'm listening on headphones - the bass coming through the right is unusual - I'm used to hearing it coming through center with the drums. That's okay. BTW, what would the bass part sound like if it weren't merely respectable?

What if, like Phil Lesh, you turned up the treble a bit on it and played like your life depended on it?
And what do I mean when I say you've finally arrived? Easy:
* You've put together a tune without an
acoustic guitar being the rock solid center of the song.
* This is a really exuberant piece of music. If there were words, they'd be exuberant too. You sing a lot about love gone wrong. If this one had words, they might be along the lines of: "You're gone, I'm glad, you weren't much fun anyway. I'm shaking myself into the clear light of a new day and I'm starting tonight."
* All that synth business is wonderful - you've tipped your hand. You're an old romantic! Glorious architectural pop. You're getting dangerous. Don't fuck it up. Keep at it.
I decided to listen to this tonight before I started in tracking, hoping for a bit of a pick me up. It worked.

Good work, Emeric.