Breeding Season from Taxonomica Nights by Flickerbug

The calculated facade of Taxonomica shatters with this track, letting primal instinct dictate its chaotic flow. It aims to flood the listener with pure, unbridled life, a sonic moment where every sterile lab wall just buckles under an undeniable surge. The Zymotron, usually a tense battleground, here fully transforms into a pulsing, riotous dancefloor where the wire-tangled energy of connection finds its rawest, most unhinged expression. The recurring shout of "Breeding Season!" operates less as a lyric and more as a primal, collective chant, pulling everyone into a shared, joyous cacophony that defies all previous order. This purposeful disarray in the production—blending field recordings of actual breeding populations with the bright, almost child-like clang of sampled toy xylophones and the collective shouts from fans recorded live—underscores how the rigid Linnaean system cannot contain the wild, surging energy of shared existence. It's a track that turns classification into pure, unfiltered, communal celebration, proving that life will always find its own chaotic way to connect.

Tracklist

7.	Breeding Season	3:25

Lyrics

Mating calls through sterile halls
Protocol dissolves tonight

Pheromone clouds fill the air
Labelist badges hit the floor
Even archivists strip down to skin
Nature breaks through every door

Breeding season! (season!)
Bodies in motion
Breeding season! (season!)
Pure devotion

It's breeding season in the domes tonight (tonight!)
Every species finds their match
It's breeding season burning bright (so bright!)
No taxonomy can catch
The fever that we can't define
It's breeding season
And we're alive!

Zymotron grids pulse with heat
Morphur codes write love letters
Every habitat complete
With connections breaking fetters

Breeding season! (season!)
Hearts colliding
Breeding season! (season!)
Life deciding

It's breeding season in the domes tonight (tonight!)
Every species finds their match
It's breeding season burning bright (so bright!)
No taxonomy can catch
The fever that we can't define
It's breeding season
And we're alive!
So alive!

In sterile labs
Life finds a way
Specimen jars
Can't contain today

It's breeding season in the domes tonight (tonight!)
Every species finds their match (their match!)
It's breeding season burning bright (so bright!)
No taxonomy can catch (can catch!)
The fever that we can't define (define!)
It's breeding season (season!)
And we're alive! (alive!)
We're so alive!

Breeding season! (We are!)
Breeding season! (Alive!)
Breeding season! (Tonight!)
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Always finds a way

Credits

from Taxonomica Nights, released July 31, 2025

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