Yes, it has a name too and I forget because I am old and my fingers cannot feel the pulsepoint of what's happening as sharply as they once could. Partly this is due to the boredom of having heard it all a million times before, and partly because I am two days older than dirt.
I remember Jean Paul Basquiat and that ilk. I remember Mr. Bill. This seems to be a combo of the two.
And then balanced with an incongruous setting such as one like in Game of Thrones or something.