✨ Bungalism: The Rebirth of Jungle ✨

This is not just jungle. This is the Rebirth of Jungle. This is Transcendental Jungle Ascension. This is Bungalism — the point where breakbeats, basslines, and ritual energy collide so intensely they break through the genre barrier and emerge as something entirely new.

The Original Bungalist sound rises from the bones of 1993–1995 UK oldskool jungle, hardcore, drumfunk, and breakbeat science, then mutates outward through wild global fusions: tribal jungle from the Amazon, baile funk jungle from Rio, Balkan drumfunk from Eastern Europe, chungle (Chinese jungle) with opera stabs and Guzheng strings, didgeridungle with earth-deep drones, fungalist (funny jungle) with cartoon energy, even kungle (kung-fu jungle) with bamboo snaps and shaolin gongs. Every corner of the world brings its own rhythm, flavour, and spirit.

Bungalism refuses darkness. No dead-eyed minimalism. No endless Amen break abuse. No soulless stadium D&B formulas. Instead: rolling Think breaks, Funky Drummer funk slices, Sesame Street break trickery, Hot Pants chops, Blind Alley ghosts — all layered into fat, bubbling, skankable basslines. Add bamboo resonator thumps, coconuts, rainsticks, tropical percussion, and playful samples stolen from funk records, jazz licks, 80s cartoons, and forgotten TV idents. It’s jungle with a grin on its face — music to make you dance, laugh, gurn, and lose yourself under strobes in South London basements, Berlin warehouses, Rio street parties, Balkan weddings, Tokyo temples, and cartoon dreamscapes.

✨ The Essence of Bungalism ✨

Post-Jungle Transcendence:
Bungalism isn’t just a subgenre. It’s jungle folding back on itself, breaks chopped to infinity, bass rendered spatial and alive, ritual chants sliced into riddims until the music hits escape velocity. London Jungle × Tribal Memory × Binaural Future = Jungle³.

Acoustic over Synthetic:
Where drum & bass went cold and digital, Bungalism returns to skin, wood, breath, and bone. Djun djuns, talking drums, bamboo, rainsticks, didgeridoo — nothing plastic. Law of the Bungalist: no synth domination, no negative lyrics. Only organic vibration and raw break science.

Ritual Dancefloor Function:
Classic jungle was rave + street energy. Bungalism is rave + ritual energy. It feels like the rainforest itself is DJing: birds calling, frogs croaking, thunder rolling, spirits chanting through delay feedback. The bass doesn’t just hit low end — it locks to Earth’s heartbeat.

Whimsical Spirit:
Bungalism takes its fun seriously. Jelly-wobble sub-bass, animal FX, Fraggle Rock energy, rave stabs dressed as cartoon soundtracks. A rude boy in a feather crown skanking at a rainforest carnival. Heavy but never humourless.

Spatial Consciousness:
Most jungle is stereo chaos. Bungalism is 4D. Doppler sweeps, phantom drum hits circling your skull, hallucinated percussion leaping from shadow to shadow. Close your eyes — you’re inside the forest, the rave built from light and leaves around you.

Philosophy:
“When music becomes so jungly, so tribal, so spatial that it feels like both rave and ritual at once — you’ve crossed into Bungalism.”

Bungalism is the playful shamanic edge of rave culture: a rainforest skank where rude boy energy meets spirit world consciousness. Jungle was always the heartbeat of the earth — Bungalism turns that heartbeat into a grin, a groove, a global ritual of bass and movement.

Every track under the Bungalist banner is built for transcendence through funk: chopped breaks, sub-bass depth charges, ritual percussion, and samples that carry both humour and hypnosis. It’s ancient yet futuristic, local yet planetary, heavy yet uplifting.

Because at its core, Bungalism isn’t just music. It’s the belief that rave should be fun, breakbeats should be funky, bass should feel like earth itself laughing through subwoofers.

This is the next evolution of jungle. This is Bungalism.

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👁️ Bungalist Jungle + Drum and Bass + Hardcore  | Oldskool Jungle 160BPM DnB

Think 93 

Think 93 drifts in like a half-remembered dream — shimmering pianos, sparkling pads, and breakbeats glittering like stardust. Built around the classic Think break, chopped and layered with care, the track feels weightless and luminous, the kind of tune where every snare rush sends a shiver through the night air.

At its heart is pure ‘93 euphoria:

Twinkling arpeggios dancing over rolling basslines.

Celestial vocal echoes floating in and out like ghostly memories of raves gone by.

A final drop that bursts open like sunrise, washing everything in warm chords and skipping rhythms.

Not harsh, not heavy — just soft-edged, speeding bliss, a little time capsule of hardcore innocence.

P.s  What if your nostalgia is leaking backwards from the future?

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Think 93 ⚡

What A Long One Niner

Bap Dome

Deep in the heart of the bass jungles lies the Bap Dome — a colossal temple of bread, risen from the breakbeat soil when the first 808 sub rumbled through the earth.

Legend says the Bread-Headed Ravers guard its crusty gates, skanking through the night, powered by amen breaks and infinite carbohydrates. Every full moon, the Loaf Priests gather inside the Dome, summoning rolling subs so heavy they shake the butter from the walls.

The Bap Dome doesn’t just play jungle. It is jungle — echoing with the ghostly chants of the ancient yeast tribes, the hiss of hi-hats like sizzling toasters, and the relentless thump of the flour-fueled kickdrum gods.

Enter at your own risk. Inside, the bass rises like dough… and there’s no way out once it drops.

P.s 

This is not jungle.
This is Bungalist — the next mutation.

Born when jungle skanked too hard and transcended its earthly form, this tune drips with sweat from the fourth dimension.
It's not rave. It's ritual.
Not just breaks — ascension through bass.

You'll hear echoes of Amen, but only as memory.
You'll feel the subs, but only as shadow.
The groove? Unruly. The snares? Enlightened.

This is Bungalist:

The moment where euphoria hits sideways.

Where dub melts into trance, and skank becomes sacrament.

A genre you didn’t know you believed in — until the drop baptized you.

🌀 Jungle was the path.
🛸 Bungalist is the destination.

Step beyond the rewinds.
Enter the Bungle.

#Bungalist

“✨ The Essence of Bungalism ✨”

Post-Jungle Transcendence:
Bungalism isn’t just another jungle substyle — it’s jungle that folds back in on itself so intensely (breaks chopped to infinity, bass made spatial, rituals sampled into riddims) that it breaks through the genre barrier. This is Jungle³ — London Jungle × Tribal Memory × Binaural Future.

Acoustic over Synthetic:
Where other jungles went toward synths and digital darkness, Bungalism goes back and down — into skin, wood, breath, and bone. Coconuts, djun djuns, talking drums, rainsticks, didgeridoo — nothing plastic. That’s its law: no synths, no negative vocals — only organic vibrations and raw break science.

Ritual Dancefloor Function:
Classic jungle was rave + street energy. Bunglism is rave + ritual energy. It’s not just for dancing — it’s for unlocking states of mind. It feels like the rainforest itself is DJing: animals, birds, insects, spirits, weather. The bass is not just “low end” — it’s Earth heartbeat sync.

Whimsical Spirit:
Even though it’s heavy, it’s not grim. Bungalism has play built in — jelly wobble bass, animal FX, Fraggle Rock energy alongside Kenny Ken. It’s serious about fun — a rude boy with a feather crown skanking at a rainforest rave.

Spatial Consciousness:
Most jungle is stereo chaos. Bungalism is dimensional. Doppler tricks, binaural sweeps, phantom sounds circling your head. It feels like you’re inside the forest, hallucinating the rave around you.

Philosophy:
At its core, 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 Bunglism.”

Bungalism is jungle pushed past genre, into ritual — a playful, shamanic, rainforest skank where rude boy meets spirit world.

#Bungalist

Bap Dome 🍞

“Age Is Nothing” is a 160 BPM pensioner power-rave straight outta 1994. Imagine four grandmas in matching tracksuits, basslines rattling their dentures, mobility scooters with subwoofers, and zimmer frames clattering in perfect sync with the Amen break. These elders didn’t come to play dominoes — they came to skank.
Fueled by tea, biscuits, and pure jungle energy, this tune proves rave culture has no expiry date. One drop of the bassline and your nan will start windmilling her walking stick like a glowstick at a South London warehouse party.

Old bones, heavy bass, eternal vibes. Because age is nothing — but the breakbeat is forever.

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Age Is Nothing

🦜 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 🚀