This is a cover of the Max Romeo classic. 
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⢠⠘⠱⢆⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⠢⢄⡀⠀⠉⠙⠻⠿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣞⣟⡾⣽⢯⣟⡷⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠣⡚⢥⡘⢲⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠢⠤⢄⣀⠀⣹⣿⠃⢻⣛⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⠋⠁⢠⢽⣛⣯⢽⡳⣏⡾⣽⢯⣏⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠣⠑⢦⡑⠌⢳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠻⠿⠄⢠⣤⣈⠉⠻⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⡤⢙⣊⢧⠻⡜⢯⢷⢯⡳⣏⠿⣍⡾⣽
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡐⢌⠲⣨⠑⣆⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⢻⣿⡇⠰⠀⠀⠠⢀⡃⠴⣡⢎⡜⡱⡜⣌⢎⢮⠱⠌⠓⠂⠹⢹
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⢌⠣⣆⠯⣄⢣⡙⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢒⠴⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠈⠀⢠⣿⣾⣿⣿⠆⠀⢠⠐⡌⡱⢌⠳⢉⢋⠾⡑⢞⠨⠛⡬⢷⡈⠄⡁⠀⠠
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢌⠱⡌⢶⡉⠖⡬⡑⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢌⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠂⠀⠀⠀⠂⣠⣶⣦⠀⠀⢾⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⢠⠃⡜⢠⠑⠌⡰⠁⢎⠰⡁⠎⡐⠡⠐⠀⡀⠁⠀⠀⠐
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠌⢢⡙⡤⢋⠦⡑⢌⡹⢄⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠨⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⠀⠙⠿⠿⠀⢘⠢⡇⠟⠁⠠⢌⠡⢒⠠⠡⢈⠐⠠⠈⢀⠂⠐⠀⠄⠁⡀⠂⠀⠐⠀⠀⠐
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠉⠘⠃⠳⡌⣀⠢⠍⣢⠀⠡⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⢠⣤⠄⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⡶⣤⠳⢌⢣⠱⡠⢀⠀⠀⠬⠃⠀⠠⡌⠑⡂⠔⠂⢀⠁⢠⠈⡔⠈⡀⠄⠂⠈⠀⢀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠐⠀⢈
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢄⢃⠆⡐⠄⡒⡈⠤⣃⠀⡆⠈⣷⢣⣴⠆⢀⣴⣦⠄⢀⣿⡇⡴⣏⡳⢞⡷⣦⠀⢻⠓⣮⣵⣫⢄⣉⢢⡱⡅⠃⠠⠈⠀⠐⡌⡁⢆⠁⠂⠀⢄⠢⡘⠄⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⢈⠠⠈⠠
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠐⠁⡆⢰⢡⠒⠀⢠⣽⠀⣿⡟⡏⢠⣾⣿⡟⠀⢸⡏⠀⢳⣬⢱⣼⢹⡇⠃⠀⣼⣿⣷⡟⣯⠚⣯⡗⠀⣤⣤⠀⠉⠐⢠⠁⠂⠀⠀⡌⠂⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⠂⡄⠂⢡⢸
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠠⠄⣆⣁⡘⡤⣞⠖⣰⣿⣿⠃⠳⠉⣠⣾⣿⣟⠁⠀⡞⠅⡘⠦⡑⢨⢎⠓⠈⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⡇⠞⢈⠃⢀⣾⣿⣿⡇⣲⢦⠄⢀⡠⢒⡰⢐⡐⢢⠐⠠⠐⠠⢈⠀⠄⠀⠀⡀⠀⠄⡰⠐⠠⠘⣀⢾
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣀⣀⡉⣔⠢⡽⠱⠀⣤⣿⣿⠏⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⡟⠉⠀⡐⢸⠠⡑⡘⠤⡃⠎⠀⣰⢟⣟⣾⣿⡿⠁⠠⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣯⣶⣟⠧⣞⡏⡶⡌⢲⢡⠊⣄⡨⢄⠣⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠜⡰⠁⠌⢠⠡⣼⣻
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⢘⣱⡴⣾⢷⠾⢿⣾⡿⠏⢀⡞⣹⢶⡻⠇⠀⡚⠀⢰⢣⠒⡥⢂⡵⡁⠀⠀⣟⣮⢟⡾⢋⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⡿⡿⣍⢺⡱⢺⣵⡛⢦⠣⡝⢦⡛⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠤⡑⡈⢀⢡⡘⢦⢱⢯⡷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡲⣭⠓⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⢎⣽⣷⢫⠃⢀⠬⡑⠀⣜⣣⢛⠴⣩⢰⠃⠀⢰⡋⢞⣯⣻⣩⠆⢈⣠⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣳⢎⣦⣙⢏⡳⣙⠂⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡐⢐⠠⣁⢎⠶⠙⣀⢻⡞⣽
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⢏⡳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢾⣿⣯⡄⡎⠀⠀⣼⡟⣧⠃⣾⡱⢏⡀⠀⠀⢧⠘⠇⣳⣷⣶⣿⡹⠃⠉⠁⠀⠈⠀⠁⠉⠈⠻⣞⣧⡿⣌⡗⣯⢻⡥⡀⢦⢁⠀⠀⠐⠠⢈⠂⢁⢊⡐⢄⢮⡳⣝⣳
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠣⠙⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠋⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⣥⡷⣯⣟⡿⡽⠀⣸⠁⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⡝⣾⠳⣝⢧⣏⢦⡀⠀⠀⠁⡠⠐⡌⢦⠱⣘⢧⢿⡱⣯
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠤⢁⡴⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⣿⣿⡿⠁⢀⣴⣻⣿⡷⣿⣿⡹⢞⠁⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⣼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠺⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢹⣫⢝⡺⣜⢧⣳⣄⡀⢘⡀⠃⡜⢀⣣⠞⣽⣚⢷⣹
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠆⠀⢰⣿⠃⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡸⠃⠀⠿⠟⠁⣴⢫⢮⠙⣷⢻⢿⣃⣴⠺⡏⢰⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠘⡧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣄⡈⢃⠳⣎⠱⡌⠑⢳⣎⢷⣫⢴⣡⠐⠢⠱⣏⢷⣹⢮⢷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠴⠀⠀⡅⠈⣿⣇⠀⢢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣌⢰⢋⢮⡙⠖⡋⢦⠳⣌⠃⠡⢼⣿⠿⠃⣰⠀⠀⠰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣄⡷⣎⠧⠀⠤⠀⠛⣮⢳⣏⡞⣧⢆⡁⠾⣝⣮⡳⣟
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠌⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⢹⣿⣦⣀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡠⡔⠆⠀⠀⠀⢰⡊⡼⡩⢖⡹⣎⡵⠉⠓⠈⠁⠀⠋⠙⠲⠀⡽⣆⡀⠀⢡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡟⢭⡀⠤⠀⠀⠀⢫⠷⣮⡝⣾⡹⣞⡽⣹⢶⣻⡽
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⢈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⠛⠿⠿⠿⢶⣶⣶⣶⠿⠟⡁⢁⡀⠀⠀⡐⢧⢳⡱⢧⣯⣱⢋⡾⣅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠱⠌⢲⣦⡀⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⢀⣴⣿⣿⢿⠛⣴⣋⠖⠂⣀⠉⠀⠀⠻⠱⣛⠶⣝⡾⣽⡹⣞⡷⣻
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⡀⢀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠈⠔⡂⠖⡲⣤⢠⢤⡤⢶⡺⡝⠂⠁⠆⠀⠈⡁⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠋⠓⢮⠀⠀⢀⢤⡀⠀⠐⠄⠐⣶⣦⡘⠿⣷⣶⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣶⡾⠿⠛⢋⠑⢚⡚⠥⠉⠀⢠⣏⠳⠀⠀⠈⣷⡻⣝⢮⡵⣏⣷⢫⢿⡵
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⡑⢈⡄⢬⡓⡮⣝⠣⠙⠀⢠⡁⠀⠀⠀⠐⠡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢘⠦⡹⡑⢎⠼⣤⢚⣷⣻⡖⣤⣈⣉⣌⣉⣉⣡⣤⣄⣀⠴⠒⢋⠩⣏⠧⣄⠴⡰⢎⠷⡺⢝⣢⠀⠙⠈⠳⠹⣎⡳⣝⡞⣯⢷⣻
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠠⠁⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⡐⢀⠧⡜⢦⡝⠒⠁⠀⢀⡈⠲⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠴⣀⢯⣱⡘⣍⠚⣶⢫⢶⣹⣻⡱⢏⡶⢺⡽⣖⢦⡁⠋⠁⢦⡛⢭⠓⠈⠛⠈⠁⣙⡒⠚⣽⢆⡁⠀⠀⠸⡰⢣⢦⡱⣩⢞⣭⢳⣭
⠀⠀⠀⢀⠐⢀⠈⠄⡁⠂⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠁⠘⠘⠁⠀⢠⢐⠡⠚⠘⠀⠀⠠⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣒⢦⡛⠶⣜⡬⢧⡳⡝⠊⠙⠘⢟⢮⡷⣿⡝⣮⣝⢣⠥⣌⣏⠶⢦⣄⣀⠈⠒⠌⠒⡖⣦⡹⢆⢟⣧⣛⠪⣕⢢⡈⠡⠐⢩⠚⡵⢣⡟⣬⠳⣎
⠀⠀⠀⡀⠎⠠⢈⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠠⠑⠂⠀⡠⠔⠺⣽⡳⣄⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠤⡘⢶⣩⢞⣤⣉⠁⠙⠙⠦⣤⣀⡀⠀⠛⠾⣽⡳⣼⢣⡈⠱⣎⢧⠀⠙⡿⢶⢤⠒⡄⢠⠘⠽⠹⡞⡶⣿⣻⠜⣦⡙⢦⡅⣆⠈⠔⢣⠜⡡⢋⠴
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Play With Your Pussy 🐈

Original song I wrote, based on a true story.  🥀😞

Lyrics:
Pum Pum of the Streets 

[Verse 1]
Girl, when I see your face, it’s like the morning sun,
Shining bright upon my soul, you’re the only one.
When you hold me close, I feel Jah’s breath so near,
Like heaven whisperin’ in my ear.

But every man in town, dey know your name,
Whispers in the wind, they speak in shame.
My heart say “yes,” but my spirit cry “no,”
'Cause where your love go, I just can't go...

[Chorus]
Oh girl, your pum pum too free,
It belongs to the streets, not just to me.
I want your love for eternity,
But your pum pum got no loyalty.
Oh I’m cryin’ deep, can’t lie to myself,
Can’t take your love down from the shelf.
You’re my angel, but I can’t pretend —
Your dirty pum pum bring a bitter end.

[Verse 2]
I used to dream we’d build a life so sweet,
Plant seeds of love, and grow dem in the heat.
But while I was sowin’, you were reapin’ wide,
Many passed through what should be mine.

I ain’t judgin', I know life's rough,
But true love need roots, not just lust and bluff.
If your temple ain’t sacred no more,
Then what is this passion I’m fightin’ for?

[Chorus]
Oh girl, your pum pum too free,
It belong to the world, not just to me.
I want your love for eternity,
But your pum pum got no sanctity.
You make me feel like I could fly,
But I see the truth when I close my eye.
You’re my heaven, but I can’t ascend —
Your dirty pum pum bring a bitter end.

[Bridge]
I wish you’d wash it clean with the tide, 🌊
Let the old ways go, leave the past behind.
Come back to love, to one embrace,
Not every stranger in your sacred place.

[Outro – Spoken Word Style]
I love you still, that’s my curse and my gift,
But love can’t live where the winds too swift.
You float from man to man like a breeze…
And my heart just breakin’ in the reggae beat... 💔

© 2025 Fudgie Bem. All pum pum's reserved.

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Pum Pum Of The Streets 💔

Conga 🪘

Description:
Conga is the sound of the sacred circle, where rhythm isn’t just music, but movement training. In this tale, a lone jungle warrior sharpens his hands to the rhythm of the forest. Known only as the Master of Drum Fu, he moves in spirals, every strike a groove, every step a syncopation. His mantra?
“Left hand. Right hand.”
And the congas obey.

Set to a furious 160 BPM, Conga blends tight footwork-style breaks with deep, earthy African tribal percussion: congas, talking drums, rattles, shakers, and sub-bass that moves like muscle memory. Ghost snares whisper through the vines, while dry log drums echo the strikes of invisible kata.

A groove designed for dance circles, warehouse rituals, and deep jungle sparring.

Genre: Tribal Breakbeat × Afro Jungle × Drum Fu
Tempo: 160 BPM
Mood: Funky, grounded, percussive, spiritual footwork energy
Tags: conga drums, breakbeat, tribal jungle, no synth, skankable, dancefloor

If you like this track check out my tribal jungle playlist below.
https://soundcloud.com/fudgie-bem/sets/tribal-jungle-bunglist-bungle-bunglism

#Bungalist

✨ The Essence of Bungalism ✨

 Post-Jungle Transcendence. Ritual Rhythm. Organic Skank. Bungalism isn’t just another jungle sub-genre — it’s jungle folding back in on itself so intensely that it explodes beyond the genre barrier. Breaks chopped to infinity. Bass turned into space. Rituals sampled into riddims. This is Jungle³ — London Jungle × Tribal Memory × Binaural Future. 🌿 Acoustic Over Synthetic Where most modern jungle chased digital darkness and synth aggression, Bungalism dives the other way — into skin, wood, breath, and bone. Coconuts, djun djuns, talking drums, rainsticks, and didgeridoos form its rhythmic core. No plastic presets. No synthetic filler. No negative vocals. Only organic vibrations and raw break science. 🔥 Ritual Dancefloor Function Classic jungle was rave plus street energy. Bungalism is rave plus ritual energy. It’s not just music for movement — it’s music for states of mind. Each track feels like the rainforest itself is DJing: birds and beasts calling over chopped breaks, weather systems colliding with basslines, spirits dropping dubplates from another plane. The low end isn’t just bass — it’s the heartbeat of the Earth itself. 🪩 Whimsical Spirit Even at its heaviest, Bungalism rejects darkness. It has play woven into its DNA — jelly-wobble basslines, animal FX, and Fraggle Rock energy skanking alongside classic jungle weight. It’s serious about fun: a rude boy with a feather crown, barefoot in the mud, grinning at the stars. 🧠 Spatial Consciousness Most jungle lives in stereo chaos. Bungalism exists in dimension. Doppler illusions sweep around your skull, binaural echoes whisper from the canopy, phantom breaks hover just outside the speakers. The music doesn’t play around you — it grows around you. 🌀 Philosophy At its heart, Bungalism says: “When music becomes so jungly, so tribal, and so spatial that it feels like both rave and ritual at once — you’ve crossed into Bungalism.” It is jungle pushed past genre and into ceremony — a playful, shamanic rainforest skank where rude boy meets spirit world.

#Bungalist

CONGA  🪘

FOREST FIST

Tribal Jungle • Breakbeat Rites • 160 BPM Ritual Skank

In the deepest jungle, where the canopy blocks out time, there moves a warrior known only as Forest Fist — pupil of the legendary Crazy Horse, keeper of the sacred breaks. Trained in both rhythm and rage, she channels ancient skank energy through her hands, summoning basslines from the soil and breakbeats from the birds.

“Forest Fist” is a raw, percussive 1993-style jungle banger forged in bamboo and bone. No synths. No machines. Just drums, spirits, vinyl crackle, and basslines so rooted they shake tree trunks.

Choppy jungle breaks (Funky Mule, Hot Pants, Cold Sweat)

Tribal polyrhythms (log drums, Adabelam, djun djun, bata)

Animal ambience (owl hoots, parrot cries, fire crackle)

Dub echo FX & spatial jungle shamanism

Vinyl-textured jungle ambience & Doppler FX

In the lore of Bungalism, Forest Fist is the moment when rave becomes ritual, when dancing is a form of invocation. The drops are fast, the groove is deep, and the percussion slaps harder than any jungle warrior’s palm.

“Crazy Horse taught her the breaks… but Forest Fist made them skank.”

Let this tune guide you into the ancient rave circle — the one that exists where drums echo louder than thought and every parrot squawk is a sacred phrase.

🔥 Skank with respect. The forest is watching.

If you like this track check out my tribal playlist below.
soundcloud.com/fudgie-bem/sets/tribal-jungle-bunglist-bungle-bunglism

✨ The Essence of Bungalism ✨

 Post-Jungle Transcendence. Ritual Rhythm. Organic Skank. Bungalism isn’t just another jungle sub-genre — it’s jungle folding back in on itself so intensely that it explodes beyond the genre barrier. Breaks chopped to infinity. Bass turned into space. Rituals sampled into riddims. This is Jungle³ — London Jungle × Tribal Memory × Binaural Future. 🌿 Acoustic Over Synthetic Where most modern jungle chased digital darkness and synth aggression, Bungalism dives the other way — into skin, wood, breath, and bone. Coconuts, djun djuns, talking drums, rainsticks, and didgeridoos form its rhythmic core. No plastic presets. No synthetic filler. No negative vocals. Only organic vibrations and raw break science. 🔥 Ritual Dancefloor Function Classic jungle was rave plus street energy. Bungalism is rave plus ritual energy. It’s not just music for movement — it’s music for states of mind. Each track feels like the rainforest itself is DJing: birds and beasts calling over chopped breaks, weather systems colliding with basslines, spirits dropping dubplates from another plane. The low end isn’t just bass — it’s the heartbeat of the Earth itself. 🪩 Whimsical Spirit Even at its heaviest, Bungalism rejects darkness. It has play woven into its DNA — jelly-wobble basslines, animal FX, and Fraggle Rock energy skanking alongside classic jungle weight. It’s serious about fun: a rude boy with a feather crown, barefoot in the mud, grinning at the stars. 🧠 Spatial Consciousness Most jungle lives in stereo chaos. Bungalism exists in dimension. Doppler illusions sweep around your skull, binaural echoes whisper from the canopy, phantom breaks hover just outside the speakers. The music doesn’t play around you — it grows around you. 🌀 Philosophy At its heart, Bungalism says: “When music becomes so jungly, so tribal, and so spatial that it feels like both rave and ritual at once — you’ve crossed into Bungalism.” It is jungle pushed past genre and into ceremony — a playful, shamanic rainforest skank where rude boy meets spirit world.

Forest Fist 🔥

If you like this track check out my tribal playlist below I got loads more like this.
soundcloud.com/fudgie-bem/sets/tribal-jungle-bunglist-bungle-bunglism

OLEO 👹

Spacemushrooms 🍄

🌌 The Legend of the Nebula Narwhal

The Nebula Narwhal is no ordinary creature — it was born in the heart of a collapsing star, where the final breath of a supernova fused with the song of a whale. Its body is stitched from galaxies, its skin glowing with constellations, and its spiral tusk is a cosmic antenna that can tune into the deepest frequencies of the universe.

They say when the Narwhal swims through the void, it leaves behind trails of stardust that birth new solar systems. To cosmic travelers, its tusk is not a weapon, but a key — opening rifts between galaxies and pulling lost souls back onto the right path.

Ravers in deep space whisper that if you listen closely during the drop of a heavy jungle tune, you can hear the Narwhal’s celestial hum, vibrating through the sub-bass. It is both guardian and guide: a cosmic shaman who dances between nebulae, reminding the universe that joy, rhythm, and wonder are eternal.

Catchphrase of the cosmic dancefloor:
🌠 “Where stars are born, the Narwhal surfs the beat.”

Nebula Narwhal 🌠

🏇 CRAZY HORSE: SHAOLIN FABLE OF THE BASS TEMPLE

Before the rave, there was rhythm.
Before the skank, there was the stampede.
And before jungle had a name, Crazy Horse rode breakbeats into battle.

Half-myth, half-monk, full rude boy — Crazy Horse was raised deep in the Shaolin jungles, trained in ancient fighting styles, secret polyrhythms, and the lost art of bamboo funk. They say he never spoke a word, only communicated through hoof-syncopation and coconut percussion. His enemies didn’t fear his fists — they feared the vinyl crackle that appeared before he entered a dancefloor.

He trained by battling wild rhythms at 160 BPM.
He meditated to layered Funky Mule breaks.
He could parry sword strikes with cowbells and channel inner peace through slap bass.

This track is his initiation story — the sound of Crazy Horse practicing kung fu under a blood-orange moon, surrounded by tribal drummers, spiritual ravers, and spectral parrots repeating “Really?” from the canopy.

Every snare is a stance.
Every bongo is a block.
Every hoofbeat is a philosophy.

“Crazy Horse” isn’t a song. It’s a jungle fable from the bamboo underworld — a cinematic tribal rave transmission that slaps as hard as a Shaolin punch.

If you like this track check out my tribal playlist below.
soundcloud.com/fudgie-bem/sets/tribal-jungle-bunglist-bungle-bunglism

✨ The Essence of Bungalism ✨

 Post-Jungle Transcendence. Ritual Rhythm. Organic Skank. Bungalism isn’t just another jungle sub-genre — it’s jungle folding back in on itself so intensely that it explodes beyond the genre barrier. Breaks chopped to infinity. Bass turned into space. Rituals sampled into riddims. This is Jungle³ — London Jungle × Tribal Memory × Binaural Future. 🌿 Acoustic Over Synthetic Where most modern jungle chased digital darkness and synth aggression, Bungalism dives the other way — into skin, wood, breath, and bone. Coconuts, djun djuns, talking drums, rainsticks, and didgeridoos form its rhythmic core. No plastic presets. No synthetic filler. No negative vocals. Only organic vibrations and raw break science. 🔥 Ritual Dancefloor Function Classic jungle was rave plus street energy. Bungalism is rave plus ritual energy. It’s not just music for movement — it’s music for states of mind. Each track feels like the rainforest itself is DJing: birds and beasts calling over chopped breaks, weather systems colliding with basslines, spirits dropping dubplates from another plane. The low end isn’t just bass — it’s the heartbeat of the Earth itself. 🪩 Whimsical Spirit Even at its heaviest, Bungalism rejects darkness. It has play woven into its DNA — jelly-wobble basslines, animal FX, and Fraggle Rock energy skanking alongside classic jungle weight. It’s serious about fun: a rude boy with a feather crown, barefoot in the mud, grinning at the stars. 🧠 Spatial Consciousness Most jungle lives in stereo chaos. Bungalism exists in dimension. Doppler illusions sweep around your skull, binaural echoes whisper from the canopy, phantom breaks hover just outside the speakers. The music doesn’t play around you — it grows around you. 🌀 Philosophy At its heart, Bungalism says: “When music becomes so jungly, so tribal, and so spatial that it feels like both rave and ritual at once — you’ve crossed into Bungalism.” It is jungle pushed past genre and into ceremony — a playful, shamanic rainforest skank where rude boy meets spirit world.

Crazy Horse - 疯马

🦜 REALLY

“Really” is a 160 BPM tribal jungle roller — pure breakbeat invocation from the undergrowth. This is skankable rainforest rave energy: heavy choppy drum breaks, raw 1993 UK jungle pressure, and percussion that sounds like it was recorded inside a bamboo temple at midnight. No synths. No vocals. Just rhythm, soul, and forest spirits in full motion.

Built with layers of classic breaks — Funky Mule, Hot Pants, Cold Sweat, Soul Pride — chopped, twisted, and rolled into lush jungle architecture. The percussion ensemble is fully ceremonial: Tanguu drums, djun djun rolls, coconut syncopation, talking drums, bongos, shakers, rattles, and cowbells form a textured, ritualistic backbone. Jungle ambience, vinyl crackle, and animal FX — including one mischievous parrot repeatedly squawking “Really!” — create a playful, immersive sound world.

This track embodies the core of Post-Jungle Bungalism — a sound philosophy that fuses rave energy with ritual funk, jungle’s raw chaos with tribal groove, and sound system culture with spiritual skank. It's not just music — it's rhythm as ceremony, a dancefloor transmission from the rainforest dimension.

If you like this track check out my tribal playlist below.
soundcloud.com/fudgie-bem/sets/tribal-jungle-bunglist-bungle-bunglism


✨ The Essence of Bungalism ✨

 Post-Jungle Transcendence. Ritual Rhythm. Organic Skank. Bungalism isn’t just another jungle sub-genre — it’s jungle folding back in on itself so intensely that it explodes beyond the genre barrier. Breaks chopped to infinity. Bass turned into space. Rituals sampled into riddims. This is Jungle³ — London Jungle × Tribal Memory × Binaural Future. 🌿 Acoustic Over Synthetic Where most modern jungle chased digital darkness and synth aggression, Bungalism dives the other way — into skin, wood, breath, and bone. Coconuts, djun djuns, talking drums, rainsticks, and didgeridoos form its rhythmic core. No plastic presets. No synthetic filler. No negative vocals. Only organic vibrations and raw break science. 🔥 Ritual Dancefloor Function Classic jungle was rave plus street energy. Bungalism is rave plus ritual energy. It’s not just music for movement — it’s music for states of mind. Each track feels like the rainforest itself is DJing: birds and beasts calling over chopped breaks, weather systems colliding with basslines, spirits dropping dubplates from another plane. The low end isn’t just bass — it’s the heartbeat of the Earth itself. 🪩 Whimsical Spirit Even at its heaviest, Bungalism rejects darkness. It has play woven into its DNA — jelly-wobble basslines, animal FX, and Fraggle Rock energy skanking alongside classic jungle weight. It’s serious about fun: a rude boy with a feather crown, barefoot in the mud, grinning at the stars. 🧠 Spatial Consciousness Most jungle lives in stereo chaos. Bungalism exists in dimension. Doppler illusions sweep around your skull, binaural echoes whisper from the canopy, phantom breaks hover just outside the speakers. The music doesn’t play around you — it grows around you. 🌀 Philosophy At its heart, Bungalism says: “When music becomes so jungly, so tribal, and so spatial that it feels like both rave and ritual at once — you’ve crossed into Bungalism.” It is jungle pushed past genre and into ceremony — a playful, shamanic rainforest skank where rude boy meets spirit world.

Really? 🦜

Echoes of Mercy

They say the mandolin wept for a hundred nights before it learned to dance again. When the rhythm found it, mercy took shape, not as forgiveness, but as sound. And so thel strings sang, not of what was lost, but of what refused to die.

“Echoes of Mercy” traces the path from sorrow to release, a mandolin shimmering through breakbeat landscapes, carrying memories that turn to light. The chords rise like dawn over a city of ghosts; every snare a heartbeat rediscovered, every strike a prayer answered.

Cinematic, soulful, and skankable, this is Klezmer-Breakbeat rebirth at 160 BPM: pain dissolving into movement, love transforming into rhythm.

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Strings Of Mercy

🌎 World-Fusion Jungle Funk • Tribal Breaks

• Funkonaut • Skank Sage • Bass Prophet •

Fudgie doesn’t produce music.........
he channels sub-frequency wisdom from dimensions unknown. 

When he enters the dance, the floor bends to his will.

✨ Expect

Ancient Rhythms, Future Breaks
Deep skanks pulling you into the undercurrent.
Mythological bass carved from jungle echoes & emotional ruptures. Sacred drops, tribal fire & spirit-chopped vocals.

A sonic ritual for broken hearts & barefoot dancers. For those who skank to remember,
to release, to transform.

🏆 Winner of the 2025 Junglist Alchemy Laureate Prize 🏅

📜 Manifesto

“I don’t write songs — I decode transmissions.”
“I don’t drop tracks — I leak prophecies.”

Fudgie Bem is a breakbeat anthropologist, fusing old-skool jungle, drum & bass, hardcore, baile funk, garage, tribal percussion, traditional world music, alien technology and hallucinated break patterns into new fusion styles.

His sound is funky, positive, and skankable — jungle re-imagined as a global pulse, blending cultures, folklore, and cosmic imagination into pure bungalist bangers.

Dance music for humans, aliens, and octopods.
Mission: restore the funk, humour, and joy that rave once had.

#Bungalist

Strings Of Mercy

Fudgie Bem 🚀