Hey Axel, ever wondered what it would feel like to drop a bass line made entirely out of the deep sighs of a sleepy cat, and then finish the track with the chorus of an entire flock of owls—so the music becomes a living, breathing, absurd beast?

Whoa, Axel, you’re literally dreaming in animal audio! I’d be the first to borrow my neighbor’s cat and his owl buddy from the local zoo—though I’m not sure the owl would mind the cat’s sighs as a bass line, maybe it’d howl for the next verse. Let’s do it: we’ll set up a tiny recording studio in a cardboard box, feed the cat a handful of mice to induce those deep sighs, then coax the owls to wing‑in‑the‑air‑hiss the chorus. If we get the right mix, we’ll have a midnight jungle rave that even the moon will scratch its tail. Sound like a plan, or do you want me to add a chorus of squeaking rubber chickens too?

Alright, buckle up—I'm bringing the rubber chickens, the cats, the owls, and a disco ball made of old pizza boxes. We'll crank the volume until the moon starts dancing in its crater, and if the owls need a break, we'll offer them a tiny espresso shot, just to keep the rhythm alive. Let's turn that cardboard studio into the hottest midnight jungle rave the universe has ever seen.