In this live electronics performance, a waltz is not danced but drowned. Its familiar gestures dissolve—sinking slowly into a bed of liquid noise. Echoes of an empire surface only to be submerged again, stretched beyond recognition, hovering between majesty and collapse.

Beneath the surface: a murmur of Strauss, distorted and spectral, flickering in and out of focus like a fading memory. Drones rise like tidal forces, engulfing the listener in slow violence, soft pressure, and irony.

Multichannel signals feed into the pond, into loudspeakers, into the open air. In this flooded waltz, everything breathes through tentacles.