This is the shaolin shit.

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Crazy Horse - 疯马

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Really? 🦜

Liyah Liyah 🔥

Jungles 🔥

Sacrifice 🔥

Tun Up 🔥

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Tutti Flutey

Yep Yep  🪘

Bakuna 🔥

Bakuna is the word whispered around the fire when the drums begin. In distant villages, it marks the rite of passage — the threshold between the ordinary world and the spirit realm. Nobody truly knows where the word came from. Some say it means “initiation.” Others swear it’s the name of an ancient guardian spirit who awakens when the rhythm reaches fever pitch.

Bakuna is the ceremony where the beat strips away all masks. The circle of dancers becomes a tribe; the chants echo like passwords to another reality. Drums strike like heartbeats of the Earth, rainsticks hiss like serpents, and conga rolls summon the unseen. When the bass drops, it is no longer just music — it is the moment of becoming.

Bakuna is not a person or a place. It is the transformation itself. To enter the Bakuna is to surrender — to leave behind who you were, and step into the rhythm of who you’re meant to be.

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Bakuna 🔥

Plasma Pump:

At the center of the universe hums a machine that doesn’t exist, yet all existence sways to its rhythm.
Its invisible chambers breathe in light and exhale time, folding eternity into waves of plasma.
Each beat rolls outward — not sound, but pressure — a hidden heartbeat of the cosmos.
It has no beginning, no end. Only the endless pump, forever driving galaxies to dance.

Plasma Pump 💚

The Original Bungalistical Don.

• 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:

Deep skanks pulling you into the undercurrent

Mythological bass carved from jungle echoes & emotional ruptures

Sacred drops, tribal fire & spirit-chopped vocals”

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 who fuses oldskool 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 reimagined as a global pulse, blending cultures, folklore, and cosmic imagination into pure bungalist bangers. Dance music for humans, aliens and octopods. 

His mission: restore the funk, humour, and joy that rave once had

#Bungalist

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