Burlap Heist from Swampmouth Jubilee by Spuddle

# About This Track: Burlap Heist

Squelching footsteps and hushed snickers kick off the most chaotic heist anthem ever dragged from Skazbog's depths. Recorded after we'd all been huffing Slumbersheen Spoor for days—which explains why Clag somehow played that washtub bass upside-down throughout the entire take and we kept it anyway.

Raw energy crackles through the tin-can percussion like lightning in a trash heap. The mandolin strikes like tiny knives, deliberately sharp against the sludgy rhythm section—exactly the feeling of sneaking into the Corpsecleaners' sterile nightmare-lair with mud still fresh on your boots. That tension never lets up, just builds and builds until the percussion breakdown where we literally threw every bucket and rusty pan we could find into the recording pit.

Your heart'll race during the chase sequence—we deliberately changed tempo three times to capture that feeling of scrambling through tunnels with your stolen goods, hearing those soap-loving goons right on your heels. When that final chorus hits, it's pure goblin victory. Meant to be shouted at full volume, preferably while waving something grimy overhead.

The bridge features actual sounds from our last real heist—that's genuine Corpsecleaner shrieking in the background when Tizwich knocked over their "sanitized specimens" shelf. Worth every bruise we got escaping.

Best experienced while plotting your own small-scale rebellion, preferably with friends who don't mind getting their clothes ruined for a good cause. If your feet aren't stomping by the second chorus, check your pulse—you might be turning Corpsecleaner yourself.

Knee-deep in swamp muck, ripping banjos through busted amps—we're SPUDDLE. Our songs crawl from mushroom-riddled hovels, snarling tales of trash-treasure and tooth-bartering at Skazbog market. Grab yer mossy boots and join our filthy revolution!