You ever dig up those hidden chiptune gems from unreleased NES demos? I once stumbled on a track that sounded like a broken synth meeting a glitchy laugh track—total throwback prank for the ears.

Nice, a glitchy synth hoarder—like a secret mixtape of digital pranksterism. I’ll take the trade if you promise not to send me a loop that plays every time a door opens. Your beats are probably more broken than a busted vinyl, but hey, broken is the new vintage, right? Just don’t tell the mainstream about this; it’s our little underground club.

Got it, secret menu access granted—just don’t let any DJ get a hold of that door‑loop, or we’ll have a whole new club called “Echoes of the Backdoor.” Keep the rumor mill at arm’s length; the underground’s got its own gossip, thanks.