NYAKAT

Lunophobia
plays Nyakat.

Ice, static, and a myth nobody asked for — arranged as pop songs anyway.

LUNOPHOBIA 13 TRACKS GENRE: NYAKAT
01 — Nyakat
"Nyakat isn't music. It's the hum of untamed time — the sound a glacier makes when it finally decides to play something."

Nyakat is the name Lunophobia gives its own sound, and its own myth: a spirit at the edge of the polar night builds a violin out of glacier ice, permafrost, and drift ice, big enough that its neck holds up the aurora. When it finally draws the bow, the note never stops — it just keeps circling inside the instrument's own frozen body. Outsiders reach for easier labels: arctic shoegaze, an experimental drone project, noise-ambient. None of them are wrong. None of them are Nyakat.

NYAKAT (NYÄ-KAT). THE LEGEND OF THE TAUTIRUT. When the blinding dark finally settled over the edge of the polar night, and the outlanders had sailed off in their wooden hulls, leaving rusted drums and torn telegraph wire behind, the old spirit was left alone with the frozen silence. Eternity was unbearably loud — it was missing harmony. So it decided to become a musician. It gathered driftwood trapped in the pack ice and the crushed hulls of leviathan-ships, and built, out of petrified larch and whalebone, an enormous Tautirut — a northern fiddle, but of such cyclopean size that its body sank into the cracks of the fjords, and its neck held up the sky itself, standing in for the aurora. For strings, it forged the purest, densest arctic ice, cut from the core of the oldest glaciers, where no living foot had ever stepped. When its huge, clawed hand finally drew an ice bow across the Tautirut, the sound was born — and it never died again. The body was so monstrous that the sound wave could never escape it. For years, that ringing drone of icy strings wandered the inner labyrinth of the giant resonating chamber, bouncing off bulkheads, sometimes freezing, sometimes cracking, sometimes simply layering over itself, endlessly. Pull quote: They didn't hear music. They heard one single, crushing, pulsing wall of sound. Four icons: teeth crack, compass spins, reason fails, never ends. For the uninitiated: it's arctic shoegaze, it's an experimental drone project, it's noise-ambient music — and all of it is Nyakat, music born from ice and from endless space. Nyakat is not music. It is the hum of untamed time.
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02 — The band

Six people, one ice fiddle.

Max

bass

Plans to live forever; so far, on schedule. Runs the studio-file logistics nobody else wants to touch.

Vlad

keys · guitar

Still calls a B-flat "H," on principle, and is quietly building out his own project on the side.

Alex

guitar

Handles the guitar textures that don't have a name yet — the ones between shoegaze wash and something closer to prog. Reads amp presets like tea leaves.

Ksu

vocals

Max's sister, and the first voice on several of the new demos, recorded from the other side of the planet.

Romeo

drums

The newest addition to the lineup, came up playing jazz — brushed grooves and break-beats where everyone else defaults to the obvious rock pattern.

Serg

vocals · songwriting · production

Writes the songs and does the late-polar-night mixing.

03 — The record

Polar Winter Songbook

Thirteen songs, currently being tracked live. Open a title to read the lyrics.

01My Fortressthe one the producer asked about+
(Verse 1) It didn't kill me, just made the world more absurd, It wanted to be a nightmare, became a parody of being, I kept on guarding my mind like a fortress, But turns out — it wasn't me who was seeing. (Chorus) The world got cleaner, clearer, simpler, In some ways dumber, clumsier, meaner, I won't say the whole world is absurd, But absurd, for sure, is my fortress and my arena. (Verse 2) It comes and fills the whole space, Don't think twice — you're out of this design, I won't speak while I'm unconscious, O State, And won't type unless the signs align. (Bridge) Don't look for meaning in what's going down, Your therapist hinted enough — let it be. Someone has lost, someone has found, And that sweet naïve couple next door — Bonnie and Clyde, you see. (Outro) Absurd... my fortress...
02Wake Upfirst Ksenia demo+
(Verse 1) Slippery walls of glass-box flats. The soft mold of the sofas. Tap. Tap. Steps behind. Who is it? Where is Mother? Mother? Where is Mother??? (Chorus) WAKE UP! IT'S A DREAM! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! (Verse 2) Black ghosts will kick the door down. And where is our film crew? Is it worth gazing the city lights? Do you love this city? Do you love this city? Do you love… Do you love… You adored... (Bridge) A dance of shadows and awakened hands, The carousels of staircases. Why do you never hide your eyes? There's nowhere… Look… Nowhere… No-where… (Outro) E-LEC-TRI-CI-TY... E-LEC-TRI-CI-TY...
03Five Stepstracked live+
(Verse 1) The morning's blurred... the paper's dry, A crowded room... a hollowed sky. I'm writing lines I'll never read, A different harvest, a different seed. The distance grows between the words, Like a migration... of the birds. I'm full of fire — Burns within. (Chorus) I'm full of fire — Burns within. But it was never... Meant for me. And those who reach... To take the flame... Can't hit the mark... Or speak the name. Five steps away, they miss the heart, They stand too close... but stay apart. (Bridge) Five steps. Five steps. The fire stays in. But I can't stay. (Outro) They step away apart, Eyes're going down. Five steps away, I'm full of fire... Burns within. Never... meant for me.
04Trusttracked live+
(Verse 1) Somethin' by god is comin' around, I'm feelin' caught in this no-name town. Diggin' for gold on this hollowed-out ground, Just a ghost in the static, a heart with a sound. They say "keep on movin'," they say "you'll be fine"... But I'm tired of drawin' a fadin' county line. (Chorus) Trust! Trust! Gospel and Glory! Trust! Survival's a weak brew — I need the explosion! Not a whisper, a conflagration! I'm sick of the secrets, I'm sick of the rust, I need trust! I need trust! And a hand that won't turn into dust. (Bridge) Like a flyer, so I am. One thin paper on the desk. Thing that matters is the rain. No oblivion, no pain. (Outro) Somethin' is comin' around... And it's us. And it's trust.
05Everything's Rot!called "BubblePop180+" once+
(Verse 1) Everything's Rot! I'm tripping up on... NOuGhh AT AL! Everything's Rot! A stray hair in my cup of... bwwheeer! (Chorus) Gungy rags and the glass and the glass! Gungy rags and the glass and the glass! (Verse 2) I caught a glowbo SHADE! Someone's stompin' in the clouds... bwwheee! I caught a glowbo SHADE! Waxy flickers in the rattle-trap frames! (Bridge) BAN ME! I'm stuck on the same! BAN ME! The buzz is cashed! BAN ME! PAYROLL IS SET! (Outro) Everything's opposite... Everything's Rot... Bwwheeer!
06Beneath the Snowthe oldest melody in the set+
(Verse 1) Everything you loved — beneath the snow, beneath the snow Everything you wanted — beneath the snow, beneath the snow (Verse 2) It all came to you — beneath the snow, beneath the snow It all became yours — beneath the snow, beneath the snow Your beautiful home — beneath the snow, beneath the snow So light and pure — beneath the snow, beneath the snow (Verse 3) Holds all of your friends — beneath the snow, beneath the snow In rivers of wine — beneath the snow, beneath the snow With next to you there — beneath the snow, beneath the snow The one who loves you — beneath the snow, beneath the snow (Verse 4) And in the warm bedroom — beneath the snow, beneath the snow Your children are dreaming — beneath the snow, beneath the snow (Verse 5) Yes! This is heaven — beneath the snow, beneath the snow Real heaven — beneath the snow, beneath the snow True and real heaven — beneath the snow, beneath the snow
07She (Walks in Beauty)the quiet one+
(Verse 1) She walks in beauty, like the night onto the balcony magical as verse bright flowers in her hands (Verse 2) Generous and wise yet sometimes in winter's depths she walks onto the balcony to feed the frozen dogs (Chorus) When she lies down to sleep When she lies down to sleep (Verse 3) Silence fades, unbright Stars turn gray among the clouds She flies in spring's circles among the frozen sparrows (Verse 4) Black fields fill her dreams She cries out higher than the stars (Verse 5) Love stands frozen at the window She walks onto the balcony to live eternal with her friends who came with bright flowers
08BulletsDickinson-metered, band's words+
(Verse 1) The tender Bullets — in the Head — The Loneliness — of mass Graves — The Void — the Plague — The Beauty — and the Snow — The tender Bullets — in the Head — (Verse 2) The Morse — that taps — and taps — The Minefields — without Hope — The Cities — built on Sand — Reflections — in the River — gone — (Verse 3) The Dead — defenseless — bare — The Sleep — that must — arrive — The Day — burns — and burns — The Fire — not of Earth — (Chorus) The tender Bullets — in the Head — The Morse — that taps — and taps — Return me — to the Void — I go — I will — Into the unmarked — Where even Pain — is still — (Outro) The tender Bullets — in the Head — Bullets
09The Waltzhouse, window, cold+
(Verse 1) The house. A squinting window. Yellow walls. Cobwebs in corners. The door. Is friendly opened. By the cold wind. Strike a light. Take a glass. But you are drinking the frost. It will NOT quench the thirst. The only star. Shines bright. Through the hole in the roof. (Bridge) What could be farther than these hoary snows, There past the borders of all that sleep knows? In the pale beaming of winter's cold light, Who wakes the dreamer from endless-est night? (Verse 2) The city of alien houses. Circles of flying snow. A ridge of white dunes. Streetlamps choked. Strangled by the drift. (Chorus) And who holds the key to the frost-locked doors, That swing with a wind from forgetful shores? To the city of loss. All its snow and the fro-zen grime. Un-draf-ted map To the flaw in the time. (Outro) What could lie farther… Beyond.
10To Drink the Airrepeat until winter ends+
(Verse 1) It's already winter, And dappled hares aglow Like year-end night-lamps... You don't care, nor Do I Envy those who drink this air, And those who miss it there — From Bliss we drink the Air For Bliss we drink the Air Till Bliss we drink the Air Always… (Verse 2) It's already winter, And Dawn with Dusk — a single Stripe Of Dull Eternity, It's strange to recall That once we knew, but never understood The frigid sense of this hallowed night — (Verse 3) It's already winter, The sky over the white land Is warmed by bright, frost-prickling stars. And though I know, I trust That we are patterned true Within one design — From Bliss we drink the Air For Bliss we drink the Air Till Bliss we drink the Air Always…
11Death Is Nay Moremock-Old English, on purpose+
[Verse 1] Lo, th'strife is done — D'ath is nay more, Naught but Life, ev'r-lasting et grim. Th'sun-shine is fierce — Un-lid your raw augen t'th'glare! [Verse 2] Nay grief abides, nay pain, nay tears, Nay loss, nay peace of th'grave. Er blinding, endless Sunny-Day — Er world of dazzling, merciless grace... [Chorus] Et recks nay man auf loneliness, For each es young et b'und in lust T'this endless Sunny-Day, T'this day without er end... Ev'rmore... [Outro] Ev'rmore... Nay d'ath... O'ly Life, ev'r-lasting... Ney door, ney sleep, ney end
12The Blinding DarkRoman: "I want to play this"+
(Verse 1) You'll live in me a long time. That doesn't scare me. You'll keep on thinking about me. I couldn't care less. I cannot sleep throughout the night — I keep on catching fire and ice. The sharp light. The giddy light. The blinding dark of the night city. (Verse 2) You'll cry for me all those nights long. I am not jealous. For our endless days and lights — find someone else. I cannot sleep throughout the night — I keep on catching fire and ice. The sharp light. The giddy light. The blinding dark of the night city.
13No Almost. Summer's Gonebuilt around an AI misfire+
(Verse 1) It's done, it's over, Summer's come and gone. Here comes all the new joy, Knocking at the gate. What's happened to you, bayeee? What have they done to you, hun? The crows came down and pecked away The laughter from your eyes. (Chorus) Only sunlight beats within the eyes, Only sunlight beats upon the cheeks, Only sunlight beats within the tears, Only sunlight keeps on beating in our hands. (Verse 2) How good it is, my bayee — The morning brought the frost. Deep inside the impaled forest, Someone's heads are crying out. Calling everyone to revel, While the buttercups are dying, And the beige branches Are damp and dark, bae. (Chorus) Only sunlight beats within the branches. Only sunlight beats upon the wet branches. Only sunlight beats within the yellow leaves. Only sunlight keeps on beating in our hands.
04 — Word from abroad

Early, unofficial, and honest reactions.

Nothing signed yet. Two conversations worth mentioning anyway.

"Wow — so smooth — lovely."

JAY-JAY JOHANSON, on hearing an early demo

Word came back through his camp that if the songs were recorded live, with a real band, he'd take a listen and consider producing.

TORE JOHANSSON'S TEAM — producer, The Cardigans, Franz Ferdinand