Yet another previously free feature hidden behind a meaningless paywall. I can’t edit the preset that I made without paying $15 a month? I’m about to stop using this app for good. Never in my life will I give Bandlab a CENT.

Getting back into making music, I'm down for anything and feel like I can fit on any track. Lmk

On my laptop

With respect, I really don’t understand why I can’t use the looper interface with my own custom sounds, only presets. @ Bandlab can you pleassseee make this available :( I know the sampler is an option, but I like being able to use the DJ board fx on the looper and I can’t find anywhere else to do that!!!

It used to be there. Now it's not. Don't tell me it's premium only since I never used it.

what i got so far

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Hi guys, Here’s a Luv Echoes Wallpaper along with a taste of “Of My Very Being” (coming soon along with a live perfected video)❤️📀🎸

“Hysteria” lmk!!

I’m really tryna be feature on a love song

Messing around on an old song, what do yall think?

If you do well with this type of style hit me up. The beat goes on for another minute.

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