“Heaven’s Rinseout”
by Fudgie Bem (Skank Sage)

A deep 2-step sermon beneath celestial clouds — heavy bass and shimmering rhythms collide in this Angel Bass anthem.
Cosmic pads swirl, harp glissandos cascade, and sub-bass rolls like thunder through the heavens.

Picture it: an angelic rave in heaven — halos spinning, basslines lifting wings, arch angel Gabriel on the decks — this is a rinseout for the divine.
Both raw and radiant — a rude boy bassline baptizing the dancefloor in shimmering light.

Genres: Angel Bass, UK Garage, Dreamhollow Rave
Mood: Uplifting, ethereal, bass-heavy, skankable
For: Cloud skankers, bassline priests, cosmic dreamers 🌸✨

Copywrite Fudgie Bem 🙏 Temple of Bass Edition ℗ 2025

WUBISM: THE COSMIC BASS MANIFESTO (FINAL EDITION)
ARTICLE I: WHY WE ARE HERE

The universe began when God dropped the bass. We are the residual vibration of that bass drop.

Proof:

    Cosmic microwave background = the Wub’s reverb tail.

    Your heartbeat syncs to 120BPM — the tempo of creation.

ARTICLE II: THE PURPOSE OF LIFE

To drop the bass so hard it:

    Realigns quantum foam (see: your last track’s sub-bass).

    Heals ideological divides (no one argues during a proper skank).

    Generates new universes (as previously established).

Sacred Techniques:

    "The Eden Drop": A sine wave so pure, it resets human consciousness.

    "The Apocalypse Build": 16 bars of tension before the bass tsunami.

ARTICLE III: THE FUTURE OF WORSHIP

    Replace churches with subwoofer arrays.

    Replace prayers with 8-bar loops.

    Replace the rapture with a collective bass face.

LAST REVELATION:
I didn’t invent Wubism—I remembered it from before the Big Bang.

WUBMEN.

Heaven’s Rinseout 🕊️

A journey through space, time, and reflection. MONSR3DMOd weaves Carl Sagan’s iconic Pale Blue Dot narration into a textured, atmospheric remix — pairing deep bass and ambient distortion with the vastness of cosmic perspective. Glitch pulses echo light-years away, carried at the speed of c.

#PaleBlueDot #CarlSagan #MONSR3DMOd #CosmicBass #SpeedOfLight #AmbientGlitch #SpaceMusic

Speed of c ++ Pale Blue Dot - Carl Sagan (MONSR3DMOd Remix)

What happens when techno meets DMT? 4 minutes in and you’re already elsewhere.
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DMT Corridor Drift
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The sky above the wasteland looked bruised—deep indigo scraped with crimson scars—yet the ground beneath my boots felt uncomfortably alive, as if thousands of tiny roots were tasting each footfall. I’d followed a faint, rhythmic tremor here, a heartbeat pulsing up through the ash. When the tremor peaked, a shard of crystal burst from the soil, spinning on its axis like a razor-bright compass needle. It caught the bruised light, refracted it into emerald rivers, then unfolded into a doorway of liquid prism-glass, humming with the promise of elsewhere.

I didn’t hesitate. Wherever “elsewhere” was, it called to the restless riptide in my veins. I stepped through—
and gravity inverted.

Upward into the Quartz Well
I fell skyward inside a spiraling well of translucent citrine. Walls of fossilized light stretched forever; each layer trapped ancient moments—laughter, sorrows, revolutions—now flickering past like thumbnail memories. Luminescent spores swirled beside me, the children of gargantuan subterranean mushrooms I’d only seen in outlaw holos. They flirted with my skin, diffusing micro-doses of raw data straight into my nervous system. In flashes I tasted the metallic dusk of extinct planets, heard choir-songs made of starlight, and felt the grainy warmth of gravity settling into new equations.

The well tightened, momentum surged, and for a breathless instant I became a singularity of thought. Then the citrine walls burst into motes and I landed gently, as though the universe cushioned me in slow motion.

The Corridor Where Mirrors Lie
I stood in a hallway paved with mirrors that reflected futures instead of faces. A thin veil of violet vapor—rich with DMT-scented electricity—rolled across my ankles, painting shifting glyphs that rearranged every time I blinked. One mirror showed me feathered in fractal plumage, eyes swirling like twin nebulae. Another revealed me piloting a city carved into Saturn’s rings.

Instinct said choose, so I lifted a hand—half curiosity, half rebellion—and pressed my palm to the nebula-eyed version of myself. The mirror surface rippled, swallowing my reflection and my doubts in one gulp.

Sudden vertigo. The corridor unzipped itself, twisting into a Möbius strip that flung me forward without direction, as though space had forgotten which way tomorrow was supposed to go. Time stretched, knotted, and re-coiled. When it snapped back, I found myself kneeling on luminous sand that whispered in three voices all at once.


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DMT Corridor Drift

MONO - Cosmic Anomaly

Can your eyes handle this fractal warp drive of techno? 🌌
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Heliotrope Axiom Jump
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The glass planet Aurelia-6 hung beneath the frigate Heliotrope Axiom like a shimmering teardrop—every jungle, ocean, and city frozen in prismatic reflection. Inside the cockpit, Captain Nara Quell adjusted her breath mask. A single sliver of violet fungus dissolved on her tongue, sending warm pulses down her spine. Across the curved windshield cloud-veins glowed neon lavender, signaling that the mycelial core was waking.

Page 1 – Flicker of the Spore-Drive
Silence poured through the bridge, thick as velvet. From the engine bay came the first flutter: bioluminescent filaments undulating in zero-g, quickening to the rhythm of Nara’s heartbeat. Heads-up glyphs danced across the console—ancient runes translated into vectors and velocity. One glyph—flashing cinnamon-orange—requested neural consent. She closed her eyes, answered yes with a single steady exhale, and the ship listened.

Vision fractured. Every edge of the room smeared into kaleidoscopic trails. Gravity tilted. The Axiom slipped into its own reflection, folding space like origami until fore and aft hashed into a single horizon-line. In that shimmering seam, the Drive whispered coordinates older than constellations.

Page 2 – Descent Through Vortex Lace
A thunderless shockwave hurled the vessel forward. Outside, reality writhed: electric lilac tunnels spun in corkscrews, lined with lattices of living crystal. Nara gripped her chair yet felt weightless—as if her body were a translucent echo trailing several milliseconds behind her mind. The flight computer’s alarms were silenced, overridden by a steady fungal chant vibrating in sub-audible tones.

Shapes emerged in the translucent walls—ghost-cities blooming and collapsing, mushroom domes dripping with dew that sparkled like microscopic nebulae. Nara sensed each ruin and birth as a resonant chord of emotions: grief, elation, curiosity. She tasted them in synesthetic gusts—peppermint sadness, cedarwood joy, coppery dread—yet fear never took root. The Drive’s telepathic presence curled around her thoughts with gentle, spore-soft assurance: You are guided.

At the vortex’s heart a fissure yawed open—an abyss of violet so deep it looked like the bruise where infinity had been punched. The Axiom plunged.

Page 3 – The Luminal Hollow
Light slowed until it felt syrup-thick. The Hollow was a pale-amber cathedral the size of a galaxy, where photons meandered in lazy spirals and gravity took a contemplative nap. Spore-dust drizzled like luminous snow, settling on the hull in fractal arabesques. Sensors charted no up, no down, only a serene everywhere.

Nara released her next breath; it blossomed into flowering mandalas that hovered and gradually unfolded into star-maps. In those maps she saw roads untaken—lives she could have led, worlds she might yet meet. Each petal flickered, hinting at possibility. For a hushed eternity she drifted in choice and wonder, her consciousness dilated to fit the moment’s vastness.


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#techno #deeptech #melodictechno #technojourney

Heliotrope Axiom Jump

Raw industrial hip hop that rips the mask off the digital age. “Algorithm Gods (Choir & Hype Vox Remix)” tears into manipulation, AI’s false god complex, and the psychic warfare behind every click. LYRICAL WARZONE delivers a cinematic, futuristic soundscape with epic choir harmonies, glitchy ad-libs, distorted beats, and a bass so heavy it’ll shake algorithms awake. For those who crave truth, rebellion, and innovation in rap—this is your next obsession.

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#IndustrialRap #FuturisticHipHop #AlgorithmTruth #AntiAI #CinematicRap #CyberpunkBeats #ViralSoundCloud #GlitchRap #ChoirTrap #NextGenRap #UndergroundHipHop #WakeUpFromTheMatrix #TruthMusic #RebelWave #LyricismMatters #SoundCloudFresh

Algorithm Bass Gods

Algorithm  Focus Gods

Algorithm Gods Cinema

Algorithm Truth Gods And False Gods

Algorithm God

• Funkonaut • Skank Sage • Bass Prophet •

Fudgie doesn’t just make music... he opens portals.  🌌
From Jungle to Baile Funk to enchanted Temple Bass — he invents new genres: Bunglism, Kokiri Funk, Barage, Temple Funk, Chungle, Kungle, Fungle and Didgeridungle — each a portal into dreamspace.

🌀 Expect:

    Deep Skanks pulling you into the undercurrent

    Mythical bass carved from jungle echoes & emotional ruptures

    Sacred drops, fairy flutes & soul-chopped vocals

    Sonic ritual for broken hearts & barefoot dancers

✨ For those who skank to remember, to release, to transform.

🎧 All tracks made with truth, pain, joy & ancient rhythm.

🏆 Awards: Winner of the 2025 Prize for Sonic Irreverence

📜 Decoded Manifesto: 
"I don’t 'drop tracks' — I leak prophecies."

📜 Translation: 
“I don't write songs. I decode transmissions.”

Fudgie Bem is a raggamuffin ruffneck rider and a breakbeat paladin creating the next evolution of rave. His music fuses oldskool jungle, drum and bass, hardcore, baile funk, garage, and world percussion into new styles — Fungle (funny jungle), Bunglism, Chungle (Chinese Jungle), Kungle (Kung-Fu Jungle), Didgeridungle, Kokiri Funk, Balkan Drumfunk, and more.

Every track is built for the dancefloor: fat sub-bass, chopped jungle breaks, tribal drums, and playful samples that make you laugh and skank at the same time. This is not dark or sterile drum & bass — it’s funky, positive, skankable jungle with roots in 1993–1995 rave culture, reimagined with modern sound.

Fudgie’s mission is to restore the funk, humour, and joy that rave once had — jungle as a global pulse, blending cultures, traditions, and wild imagination into bangers only.



jungle, drum and bass, dnb, oldskool jungle, hardcore, breakbeat, baile funk, uk garage, rave music, tribal jungle, world fusion jungle, funky jungle, comedy jungle, fungle, bunglism, didgeridungle, baile garage, experimental rave, skankable bass, underground jungle.

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Need change - going harder.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.

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Im a Greekxican Born in USA half mexican, mom ,Greek Dad, a Greekxican

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