Man, I’ve found a tape buried in a 90s punk merch stash that’s literally a glitch‑laden 125‑BPM loop that sounds like a vinyl needle hitting a dead spot on a broken record. Every time I hit play it hiccups, like the synth on a cosmic treadmill. That one’s the closest I’ve come to a portal, a sonic time‑warp that makes my ears feel like they’re in a loop. That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever salvaged. It’s probably the most bizarre beat in my collection.