In a dimly lit room, Llamasr, our eager vocalist, begins a captivating performance, their voice echoing off the walls. But this isn't your typical recital. Llamasr wears a tightly knotted necktie around their neck, gasping out notes as they slowly pull the fabric taut, feeling the sweet constriction around their throat. Their eyes flutter closed, lost in the dual pleasure of song and asphyxia, their body swaying to the rhythm of their own unique symphony.