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CLEAR LOON: IT’S JAZZ LOON DAY. THE EGGS HAVE STARTED WHISPERING.
GLASSBOX LOON: HELL YA IT IS. I CAN HEAR THE TREES CHEWING.
CLEAR LOON: I’LL BRING MY BEST JUNGLE. I’VE BEEN KEEPING IT IN A BUCKET UNDER THE HOUSE. IT’S DEVELOPED A SKIN.
GLASSBOX LOON: AS WE DO. THE BASS HAS BEEN INFORMED. THE BASS HAS REFUSED TO COOPERATE.
CLEAR LOON: THAT’S FINE. I’VE GOT THREE EMERGENCY AMENS IN MY TROUSER POCKET AND A MAP OF THE OTTER FACILITIES.
GLASSBOX LOON: DON’T SAY OTTER ON AN OPEN FREQUENCY, YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL. THE CHIPMUNKS HAVE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE. I SAW ONE IN THE WALL. IT HAD A LITTLE TIE ON.
CLEAR LOON: WAS IT WEARING THE FACE OF YOUR DEAD UNCLE?
GLASSBOX LOON: WORSE. IT WAS WEARING MY FACE.
CLEAR LOON: RIGHT. I’M BRINGING THE JUNGLE.
GLASSBOX LOON: BRING THE JUNGLE. BRING THE CROW. BRING WHATEVER’S LEFT OF THE LOG. WE’RE GOING LIVE WHETHER THE WETLANDS CONSENT OR NOT.
The conversation was recorded poorly using some a log and a lifeless crow. Further mumblings indicate a vast conspiracy that filtered through the bog, past the lagoon, and deep into the Shire, where a crack team of chipmunks successfully subverted a devious otter-led coup despite being locked in a bitter territorial dispute over a single diseased hazelnut.
Nobody knows who funded the chipmunks. Nobody knows why the log was recording. Nobody knows why the crow was dead before the interview began.
The tape contains 47 minutes of wet chewing, distant machinery, and someone repeatedly whispering the dam must fall.
The Loons have declined to comment. They are currently barricaded inside a rotting boathouse, arguing over a USB cable and preparing a set of absolutely criminal jungle.
THEY PLAYED ON.
JAZZ LOON RADIO — JUNGLETRAIN.NET
6PM–8PM EST.
The conspiracy runs deep. The bass runs deeper. The crow is not coming back. by @sweetspork

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2 days ago

Oh shit! Here’s a Krugah LP and a 2-track sampler!

Head on down to Bandcamp for Bandcamp Friday and bag these if you enjoy some dank drum heavy beats!! by @sweetspork

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13 days ago

Haven’t done a #spokenwordvinylchain in a while by @sweetspork

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15 days ago

The Loons, riding high on the success of their latest morally questionable exploits, have turned inward.
Deep in the beaver dam, beneath layers of damp timber, rotting leaves, and suspicious strategic documents, the Loons are coordinating their next campaign.
They have studied Sun Tzu.
They have studied the swamp.
They have studied each other.
The results are deeply concerning.
Their new strategy is simple: attack with breaks. Advance with basslines. Leave absolutely nothing behind but intestinal distress and broken morale.
The Loons emerge today at 6–8pm EST on Jungletrain.net, armed with another morally bankrupt set of jungle, basslines, and tactical sonic warfare.
The breaks hurt your teeth.
The basslines hurt your bowels.
The Loons have read The Art of War.
Unfortunately, they understood it.
6–8pm EST — Jungletrain.net.
Come witness the consequences. by @sweetspork

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16 days ago

by @sweetspork

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21 days ago

Thursday, SEPTEMBER 24th, 2026 @Bsmt254 (254 Landsdowne Avenue, Tkaronto Toronto)
$10 door ( USD , Euro, Sterling at par), 19+
with:
PACHELLE
SIXTEENARMEDJACK
RUMBLETON
CLEAR & GLASSBOX
MC ENLIGHT

🎶🎵🎙🎚🎛🎤🥁📽🪔🔊🔊🔊🎵🎶🎼
-I can provide an official ,' JUNGLIST' absence to work letter,for the following day. -with a >$20 parkdale foodbank donation 😀 -tax receipt can be in your name. taken in BSMT 254 by @sweetspork

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24 days ago

The Loons are BUGGING OUT.

The world is on fire and simultaneously drowning, so naturally, they went camping.

They festered in a cottage. Brooding. Streaming. FaceTiming. Avoiding reality with the determination of a wet, confused bird.

But now they’re back.

Ready to spin up some beats, burn some spliffs, and disappear into the murky depths of the jungle.

IT’S JUNGLETRAIN DAY.

Jazz Loon Radio
6–8PM EST
Jungletrain.net

Come join the Loons before they completely lose it. taken in Nacho Bueno by @sweetspork

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a month ago

So almost 3 weeks ago I sold a record for $50 that I never really loved and I have no idea where it is so I have to look through 10,000 records to find it. In the 80s, my brother had this album on cassette. Timex Social Club the song rumours was a lot of fun for me. by @sweetspork

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a month ago

As the leaves fall to the ground, symbolizing the merciless transition from miserable summer to miserable fall, the Loons retreat deeper into their ponds.
They squander the dwindling daylight, doom-scrolling on their damp loon devices, gorging themselves on fat, rotting grubs and contemplating the inevitable collapse of civilization.
But then Tuesday rolls around.
The Loons, barely holding it together, emerge from the muck, unshowered and swampy, and prepare their sets for Jazz Loon Radio.
Expect a cacophony of angry, thundering Amen breaks, lush pads, earth-shattering sub basses, and enough jungle pressure to disturb whatever remains of the local ecosystem.
The Loons are unwashed, bloated and have absolutely no intention of getting much better.
Join us for Jazz Loon Radio — Tuesdays, 6–8pm EST on jungletrain.net. by @sweetspork

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a month ago

The Loons have become fugitives in their own tiny brains.
Tired of society. Tired of responsibility. Tired of whatever the hell is happening out there. Rather than make a stand, they have chosen the only reasonable alternative: retreat deep into the twisted, damp recesses of their own sad little minds and play jungle beats and basslines for you.
Tune in to Jazz Loon Radio on jungletrain.net and help the Loons through this difficult time by listening, cheering them on, and reminding them that somewhere out there, someone still cares.
The vibe is weird.
The Loons are not okay.
But the music is enchanting.
Today, Tuesday, 6-8pm EST by @sweetspork

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2 months ago

The undeniable stench of the swamp drifts into the nearby woods, where the loons crouch over their broken, sorrowful eggs.
The yolks dried long ago—fermented, crusted over, alive with maggots. A grim reminder of the hard times that have befallen the loons.
Still, they persist.
Running jungle breaks through a buzzing Mackie desk. Scoring basslines with painstaking precision on a stolen Juno-106. Defying reason. Defying taste.
Jazz Loon Radio returns with another completely unhinged broadcast.
Expect the worst music you’ve ever heard.
All of it.
Jungletrain.net Today, 4–6pm EST. taken in Saravan Swamp مرداب سراوان by @sweetspork

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2 months ago

Today on Jazz Loon Radio at Jungletrain.net — 4–6 PM.
The loons are back to work, ready to unleash another musky heap of breaks and basslines upon the unsuspecting masses. Lickshots echo across the wetlands while sirens blast straight out of their cloacas. It’s messy. It stinks. It’s completely unnecessary.
But the swamp owes no favours.
And loons gotta jazz.
Jazz Loon Radio Jungletrain.net 4–6 PM by @sweetspork

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3 months ago