Surprise surprise.. The airplane flies at max altitude and speed, but we’re not stopping, we’re going to space. Mary Yuzovskaya and Philippa Pacho have just finished their sets. It’s peak Saturday night. Lasers, smoke, hazy dreams and perfectly tuned F1’s, even the trees are buzzing. The forest knows. Knows that a Japanese techno sensei is secretly entering Varden at 02:30 in the cover of darkness. The live set starts out with some form of a soft air raid alarm, but less sharp and ominous. “Is it DJ Nobu?” “Is it Wata Igarashi?” you hear all over the field. DOLTZ is a surprise, and not listed in the program. He continues with an ambient, almost psychedelic sound. Then slowly layering of all the little sounds that circle around the main beat, letting tension build, balancing experimental and driving techno. There are no sudden drops, but periods of pulling back before reintroducing energy to the dance floor. DOLTZ took us with him into what felt like a wormhole. The beat held us steady, but everything around it was spinning, stretching, and folding in on itself. The reactions from the Monument family were as different as they were similar. Some were jumping, some were shaking, others were dancing pirouettes, moving slowly, or standing still. At times, it was like being inside a centrifuge or a washing machine. Not dizzy, but surrounded, as if the sound pressed against the body. His set was a physical experience: immersive, disorienting, yet weirdly grounding at the same time. Friends, step into the rocketship and journey through the wormhole once again. Return to Doltz at Varden. The techno gods were smiling from ear to ear that night. Follow https://soundcloud.com/doltzdeep https://www.instagram.com/doltzdeep/