Rumblespite from Mirthmuck by Gruffle

Under the tangled fungal canopy of our cave recording sessions, "Rumblespite" erupted during what started as an actual food fight between our oldest and youngest band members. The track swings wildly between accordion-drenched folk romps and throat-shredding mock debates, capturing that perfect moment when trollkin youth dare to outwit their elders through cleverness rather than brute force.

We layered gurgling goat-horns over mud-slap percussion to create that unmistakable "argument-at-the-feast-table" atmosphere, with each horn blast signaling another sneaky trick unfolding. Thundar's accordion wheeze mimics the labored breathing of stuffed elders, while our youngest members' high-pitched taunt-chanting represents the gleeful Mossknuckle tricksters planting nettle leaves in the stew.

The story follows our clever younglings as they scheme their way through the annual Rumblespite contest, where respect isn't earned through strength but through wit and a bottomless stomach. Listen closely during the bridge—those aren't random insults but actual traditional trollkin debate-taunts, passed down for generations and still heard at every proper feast-hall brawl in Gruffarn. When the choir splits into warring factions mid-chorus, that's the exact moment the elders realize they've been tricked!

Kromp's teeth marks still scar the recording cave wall where he smashed his head in laughter after we finished the final take. Even the sulkiest elder in our clan can't help but stomp along to this one.

Stomping out from mossy caves, we smash eardrums with troll-powered riffage and guttural howls! Our fungal-wood flutes and bone-rattling drums will have you headbanging till your horns fall off. Join our feast of fury!