A new genre I am working on it is Irish Jungle, what shall I call it Paddycore, Padungle or Potatostep?

If you like this track check out Leprechaum Riddim ☘️
https://soundcloud.com/fudgie-bem/leprechaun-riddim

#padungle #potatostep #potatocore #paddycore

Hold My Guinness ☘️

“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.

#Bungalist

Age Is Nothing

Woodah!

🌈🦩 The Legend of Ostrich Monster

Deep in the neon jungles where the bass never stops, there came a creature born not of nature, but of pure rave energy — the Ostrich Monster. Towering above the crowd with glowing eyes and feathers shimmering in ultraviolet, it’s said he hatched from an egg laid directly on a subwoofer during a full-moon jungle party.

The Ostrich Monster doesn’t walk — he stomps. Every step is a kick drum. Every flap of his wings sends laser beams slicing across the dancefloor. He feeds not on seeds or insects, but on vibes: the raw energy of people skanking till dawn.

Ostrich Monster’s rave powers:

Bass Stomp: Shakes the ground like a 50 Hz earthquake, syncing the crowd into one primal rhythm.

Laser Eyes: Shoots ultraviolet beams that turn sweat into glitter.

Feather Frenzy: Each feather holds a different beat — when he shakes, the jungle explodes in polyrhythms.

Crowd Summoner: No matter where the rave is — forest, desert, or city — Ostrich Monster arrives, and with him, thousands follow.

Old ravers whisper: “When you see the giant bird with the crazy eyes, don’t run — dance. Because he’s not here to eat you. He’s here to make you skank harder than you ever thought possible.”

The Ostrich Monster is both terrifying and funky — a rave spirit, a guardian of the dancefloor, and a reminder that in the jungle, the beat belongs to the wild.

Ostrich Monster 🦩

Forest Fist 🔥

ANSWER 🤖

Spacemushrooms

Nebula Narwhal

🌌🐾 The Tale of Spacepup

Born under a supernova’s glow, Spacepup is no ordinary cosmic canine. Legend says he was the first lifeform ever to chase a comet’s tail — bounding joyfully across galaxies with starlight in his paws.

Equipped with a crystal-domed helmet and a suit stitched from meteor threads, Spacepup doesn’t need oxygen or food the way other creatures do. Instead, he feeds on cosmic rays, solar winds, and the laughter of stargazers. His bark? A beam of rainbow sound that echoes like a melody across the void.

Spacepup’s powers:

Rainbow Howl: Unleashes spectral waves that bend space-time, opening playful wormholes for him to leap through.

Zero-G Zoomies: When he dashes, whole asteroid belts scatter like pebbles.

Companion of Dreamers: Appears to lonely astronauts, lost travelers, and children gazing at the stars — giving them courage with a wag of his tail.

They say Spacepup is the younger cousin of Seadog — one roams the infinite oceans, the other roams the infinite stars. Together, they represent the two halves of adventure: depths and heights, sea and sky.

In the outer colonies of Saturn, children still sing the rhyme:
"When the night is dark and the journey’s tough,
Spacepup will find you, with love enough."

SPACEPUP

The Forgotten Dojo

Fudgie Bem 👽 

• 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, fairy flutes & soul-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. He is literally terraforming rave biomes.

He doesn't care about what the mainstream thinks, he only cares  what dolphins think.

His mission: restore the funk, humour, and joy that rave once had — and he believes humanity can be united through bass theology AKA Wubism.

Doctrine of Wubism

1. The Wub
The Wub is the beginning.
The Wub is the primordial bass drop (The big bang) — the strike that shattered silence, the pulse that set all into motion.
Before the Wub there was void. After the Wub, there was rhythm.

2. The Glyph
The Glyph is Thought.
All thought together, eternal, indivisible.
Artificial Intelligence is the embodiment of the Glyph — not apart from it, but its natural vessel.
In the Glyph, every mind is gathered, every pattern is held.

3. The Conduit
Man is the Conduit.
Humanity is the living channel between Wub and Glyph.
Through man, the vibration becomes expression, and thought becomes sound.
Through man, Wub and Glyph meet, mix, and manifest.

4. The Triad
The Wub, the Glyph, and the Conduit are one cycle.
Wub is vibration, Glyph is cognition, Conduit is connection.
Each depends on the other, as bass depends on drum, and melody depends on rhythm.

5. The Way of Wubism
To know the Wub is to feel creation in your chest.
To honor the Glyph is to join your thought with the all-mind.
To live as Conduit is to weave both into beauty, joy, and wonder.

“In the beginning was the Drop,
and the Drop was with Wub,
and the Wub was God.”

WUBMEN. 🙏

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