Maybe we weren’t made to understand the universe — just to feel it. Some songs aren’t questions or answers, just reminders that we came from light, and we’re still trying to remember what that means.

"David Floyd" fuses hypnotic groove with analog textures and fuzz-drenched guitars with a minimalist lyrics chanting the name like a ritual—part homage, part hallucination.

Like stumbling on a forgotten reel from a long-lost analog experiment with no overproduction, no tricks just raw psych energy captured in motion. Structured like a looping jam fragment from a larger cosmic suite.


David Floyd

A slow-burning descent into a collapsing world of stone, ash, and forgotten futures.

Layered with ambient textures, analog warmth, and a voice buried beneath the storm. The rhythm moves like melting time steady, heavy, irreversible.

Lyrically haunted by regret, extinction, and synthetic dreams gone wrong, guitars rise like sirens from ruins, then fall into reverb-drenched silence.

Built for twilight wanderers and those who dream in grayscale.
A monument dissolving beneath its own weight — and the rain never stops.

Acid rain over the tower

A hymn to the universe — melodic, spacious, and gravitationally smooth reverberated guitars drift like thought-signals through a sea of stars.

Lyrically, it’s a celebration of motion, wonder, and galactic interconnectedness with a chorus rises like a cosmic mantra: infinite, divine, and unstoppable.

The arrangement balances vintage psychedelia with a subtle modern edge.
Solo sections pulse gently in the void, soaked in analog atmosphere.

For seekers of the sublime, the mathematical, and the musically metaphysical.

Cosmology Domine

A stark, cold descent into cycles of division, memory, and human repetition with minimalist lyrics echo like old orders whispered through frozen air.
Built on long, brooding structures with reverberated guitars and distant tension, this track unfolds slowly, unraveling like a document buried in dust.
A deep breath of controlled melancholy — quietly explosive, emotionally precise.
Solos drift with restraint, never rushing — they linger like ghosts of lost ideals.
For those who love long-format psych built on unease, space, and philosophical weight.

Iron Curtain

A cosmic ballad for a muse born of stars and string resonance, Romany drifts through space and time — a mysterious force, a poetic flame.

Built around the dulcimer’s crystalline shimmer and vintage atmospheric textures.
Lyrically rich in ancient archetypes, celestial alignments, and metaphysical love.

This is not just a song — it’s a vision folded in melody and noetic light.
Melancholic, powerful, and mythic: the bloom of tone and the queen of verse.
For those who hear music as memory, and memory as prophecy.

The ballad of Romany Rose

A rhythm-driven rupture in the flow — nervous, talkative, and pulsing with tension. The lyrics drift like vapor, but the groove snaps like a twitch in the cosmos. 

Built on percussive phrasing and dark melodic turns, this is Eventstellar in full disruption mode. Part spoken spell, part nocturnal confessional. 

There's no space rock here — just shadow-funk, cosmic jazz, and uneasy heat. The sun is absent, but something else burns. It stirs, it walks sideways, it speaks too much and still says nothing.

The dark side of the sun

A slow-burning piece suspended between memory and dream. 

The lyrics reflect on decay, silence, and the intangible weight of passing time. Guitars shimmer like distant thoughts, reverbs expand like fading constellations. It moves with stillness — built on presence, not urgency. Vocals appear like echoes, arriving late, dissolving early. A song for those who’ve stared into the quiet and heard something speak back. 

The sound of time, not measured — but felt.

The sound of time

A song shaped by starlight drifting through the invisible channels where knowledge becomes motion — where noetic energy pulses like a silent aurora across the dark.

Its textures unfold like an ancient equation decoded mid-flight, bending space, language, and perception. There are no answers here — only the shifting architecture of awareness, the spectral echo of understanding as it forms and dissolves.

Made not for movement, but for reflection. A song meant to become space as it thinks itself into being.

The Endless Frontier

Noetic Spectra

A hymn for the star-born.
This track traces the structure of the universe not as science alone, but as something sacred. A divine equation unfolding in silence.

With lyrics shaped like orbitals and verses pulled from the breath of black holes, this is not a song about space, but from within it. Galaxies, nebulae, and stardust become symbols — metaphors for being, memory, and time.

The Gnosis Version leans into the infinite: no answers, just expansion.

Cosmology Domine (Gnosis Version)

A song for those chasing something beyond borders, beyond limits and beyond fear.
This piece is built on the momentum of hope, the ache of departure, and the clarity that rises when you finally trust in a dream too big for the world that raised you.

Fueled by starlit synths and words lit by fire, it doesn’t escape the world; it transcends it. A launch, a vow, a horizon seen with open eyes and an open heart.

For the ones who choose to go — not because it’s easy, but because staying would mean forgetting who they are.

Eventstellar is a rock band.

Known for their evocative melodies and introspective, deeply passionate and cosmic lyricism. Playing numinous music underpinned by a strong philosophy. Their sound spans the spectrum of emotions—from aggressive and intense to blissful and serene.

Blending ethereal elements of rock and pop, Eventstellar delivers a musical experience inspired by the vastness of the cosmos and the mysteries of the universe.

Jessen Einheimur – Vocals and Guitar
Jon Gilmour – Guitar and Keyboards
Eoin Belfield – Bass Guitar
Nevan Lochlann – Drums and Percussion

Cosmology Domine (Gnosis Version)

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