Elvin accelerated as he hit the long stretch of Neftchilar Avenue. The lights of the city blurred into streaks of gold and blue. For those few minutes, with the bass rattling the rearview mirror and the voice repeating that iconic line, everything felt exactly as it should. Baku wasn't just a city; it was a frequency.
The year was 2020, and the summer heat in Baku was thick enough to wear. For Elvin, the day didn't truly start until the sun dipped behind the Flame Towers and the Caspian breeze began to cool the asphalt. He climbed into his old, meticulously polished Lada, the "07" model that was his pride and joy. Azeri Bass Music Bura Bele Zordu 2020
Explain the that define "Azeri Bass" (like the use of the Meykhana rhythm). Elvin accelerated as he hit the long stretch