In a relationship when you realize that it just isn't working no matter what you do.  Your love's out of time.

Out Of Time

Circles - Mac Miller (Cover)

06 - No Ways.mp3

Tempest w/ Trevor Winchenbaugh

JDeeLindo ( take me back ).mp3

In the dark, strong is my fear of her might.
Until now, I've been away from her bite.
But probably, she'll come over very soon.
Hiding now, in the shadow of the bright moon.

Jingling bones, through the action of the howling wind.
Cracking footsteps, I am surrounded by dancing wings.
Creeping out, I start choking on the ground
And probably, I won't escape from her swinging fork.

Dancing wings, swinging fork.

The funeral tango

Like in the movie the boy with the red balloon, but this time it's her, the one who takes me back to my childhood.

The Story Of The Red Balloon

another one from me and www.soundcloud.com/ulv-orn-bjornsson,  this time me on the vocals, it's about the day of the dead, and shit.

The Day of the Dead [with The Fall of Saigon]

crazy

BROS!

Slidin

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.