was born Sept.17 1985 in New Orleans La,by way of Baton Rouge. I soon realize that i was going to have a gift as i grew up,once in high school i started discovering my talent to sing,and dance. Being from a background where going the route of a entertainer was not tolerated growing up. Since then and moving years later out of my parents house I now have a better control on my route that I pray about taking. My singing with fellow friends, starting being in more dance competition has really allowed me to share in a experience that definitely makes me feel at HOME. Residing in New Orleans La, and Baton Rouge La, Rnb music, dancing, or any dope culture entertainment has came to a stop because most people down here think that it's pointless. I try to encourage the need of doing what your body feels because the energy you have could be overwhelming but use it positively.I have a gift so I have every means of using it since then i have Hooked up with ML the truth who has given me the most inspiration thus far by also being apart of the 100 drums family including Lou Writer, Lady Cam, Dancing show opener  for Rick Ross,, Dolla Bill,,Chaysuh,d and many more that i may have forgot to mention....but some of my influences goes out to Stevie Wonder,John Legend,Chris Brown,Jamie Foxx, Trey Songz, The Temptations, Micheal Jackson,Ryan Leslie,Alicia Keys, Broadways, Erika David...just to name also. So as i start my journey i will expressing some of the things im going through, have been through and many things my listeners feel and have been through.

This is the section where I am supposed to brag about all the places I have spun at, all the years I have spun for, and all the big name DJs I have opened for. However, I have two problems with this. First, I do not like to brag. Sorry, but I try to embrace humility even at my own expense. It does hurt my career, but at least I have my pride.

Second, all those things are pointless. Some of the worst DJs I know of just so happen to spin at all the venues. Some even manage to tour the country. I know DJs who have spun for over a decade and are horrible. Finally, unless a big name DJ personally hand picks you to spin for them, you have no right to brag. In most cases, the DJs were simply friends of the promoter (or were the promoter). Anybody can spin next to a famous DJ if they are friends with the person booking them.

All I ask is for you to stop falling for the hype. Trust your ears. If you want my credentials, then download one of my mixes and judge for yourself. Don't believe anyone, don't even believe me. Believe what you hear for yourself.

One last note... I already pay for my own site, so I doubt I'll pay to host mixes on here. Please check my site for all my mixes.

I am a unique DJ / Producer / Music editor from Mancheser (U.K), I first started with music when I was 12 and what I was doing back then was very simple: Speed and pitch change, That was it! I just woke up one morning and thaught to myself what can I do on my computer with music, So I looked at my programmes and I had a sound editor that came with nero, so I started there, At the time I thaught it was amazing (I was making that annoying chipmunk music!) But people in my school where loving it!, I was doing that for around a year and then had no other option but to stop, I then returned when I was 16 doing a similar thing but this time extending and mixing tracks together, Then I had to stop again (It's a long story!), Then in 2011 I moved into my own place and all I did was listen to music and that's all I ever do! It's pointless me having a t.v!! When I listen to music, I listen to it in detail, I just go quiet and into my own world, Despite the lyrics in the tracks I am always concentrating on the music behind it, I have done this from a young age, And I will say to myself, That's not right, That needs changing, Why is that there, That ruins it, That's wrong, Why didn't they put that there, That needs moving... Then in Febuary 2012 I had a brainwave! I thaught to myself, I'm finding all of these problems in these tracks so why can't I fix them? My answer? I can! But I didn't have a pc anymore, So I sold my weight bench and braught a £50 pc, Upgraded the software and specs etc, Then I was good to go! There was one big difference this time though, I wasn't doing speed and pitch changes, I was remixing / editing tracks with their original instrumentals, So when people would hear my mixes / edits then at first they would think how is this a remix? It's the same as the original, Then if they listened to the full track then they would see that it wasn't, When I first returned in Febuary I was going by the name of Gordon, But then changed it to Jamie Connolly (my real name), I continued to remix / edit tracks in this way for around 5 months, And I thaught to myself this is just to easy, How can I make my own sounds, Theres got to be a way, And there was! So that was me, I first started producing in June, But didn't actually finish my first produced track until July (I kept changing my mind on the sound, That's normal though right?!) I called my first track The sound with no name, And also uploaded to BBC introducing, It Took them around 2 week to listen to it!  Then they emailed saying it was strong for a first track, And I thaught to myself, I wonder what they think of the re-produced version? I didn't upload that one though, In July I attempted my first cover of a track which was Owl City & Carly Rae Jepson - Good time, I posted a preview on youtube as I hadn't finished it, I stated 20 likes and I will drop the full cover, But I changed my mind, It wasn't the type of track that suited no vocals, So I got to work on a remix. You may remember at the beginning of this I said that I was a unique DJ / Producer / Music editor, So why do I call myself this? The skills that I have in music you can't teach most of them, They have always been with me and now I am only just starting to use them, I even struggle explaining them to other people becuase I don't know how to! Every track I listen to gives me a distinct feeling, Most of the time I know where the track is going before it gets to it, And on the odd occassion it doesn't! and I think what have you done here, Take my Jennifer Lopez - Dance again remix as a perfect example (on youtube), Somebody could give me a c.d to listen to of future tracks and I will tell them which will be number ones  and which wont sell, Now I don't get it right all the time but it's VERY rare that I don't, When I listen to new music / artists I compare the artist(s) voice(s) to current ones and then decide who they should work with based on their type of voice. I know a lot about music and it is changing at a very fast pace, And I'm not going to stop at producing, I have set myself a 20 year target, By that time I will be running my own multi genre label, Yes I am aware that it is costly and to achieve this I need a job, That's easier said than done given the current climate, But, I will get there and I will use my skills to my advantage when I am singing my artists in the years to come, I have already started looking for artists on youtube, I go through hundreds of covers at time, Not everyday but most days, And have already found some exceptional talent that I want to sign today. Now you may be thinking if you have stopped before, Will you stop again? Answer: NO. When I first started (The very first time) it was a few days a week, Now, I can't even go a day without doing something with music, Within half a hour of me being awake then that's me all day everyday, Often working through the night on a track, Why? I am just really crazy about music! It's all I think about and it's all I do. Without sounding big headed I probably know more about music than the big labels that publish it! And i'm only 20, And i'm going to change the music industry forever and set an example and a new standard both with my music and my future artists, Some of you will probably doubt me, So just sit back, Relax and watch me, Becuase I mean business and nothing or nobody is going to stop me from achieving what I want do. I'm going to change so may peoples lives through music...

This text is a very boring text and I bet you will not manage to read the whole text since the only period in the text is the one that ends the whole text that is by the way so long and pointless that writing it is just as fun as the text becomes boring since it is so long and pointless and also quite boring since it does not happen a single thing the whole time it is going on which is very long so you will probably not even manage reading to this point which is somewhere halfway and yet you do incredibly as it is since you are reading these words in this long and boring text where nothing happens at all but you will probably stop reading soon as it is just too boring and long and pointless and I notice you are still reading my boring text and wonder how you can withstand it since it is so long and boring plus there is more fun things to do that I would prefer to do rather than reading this soulless text that is really damn boring and now even I am starting to get tired of it so now I am cutting it out.

Howdy one all! 

So finially I hit the studio about a year ago, recording with my band Endalo, laying down the tracks of which we thought, like any other band does, "we're the best and hit HMV hard". Oh, don't get me wrong, it was a massive experence being back in the studio and loved every bit, but knowing the music industry is such a HUGE path, where do you start? For sure, Britians Got Talent, X Factor, The Voice, The ... FFS. 
We pulled the tracks together in the end and had my and oursleves a EP. Success!

With inflasion on the edge and everything too too exspensive, jobs being slashed, it's hard to take on a role which you have to commite so so much time to AND find the way and will to pay the bills. Besides, who else is? 
But even with that and 8-9Years of musical talent and band forming, touring and recording isnt going to stop me. I'm solo, in a band and quite happy to record here and there when I get the chance. 

Like most of the population, I have a Family, a gorgeous Family and happily Married and a Step Daughter, both with a heart of Platinum. They both understand the music in my heart as much I have for their love, and enough to put together good mellow, or heavy terms of music and show it off to the world. 

I'm not going to go on a blab about how my life started, who I ditched, spat and ran over in my life, that would be pointless and the world is depressing as it is. I'm a guy with an acoustic, electric, drums and bass in ONE! I live in a small Town in Britian, Married, a house and a good Job, making music is what I love creating for myself to ease the hours of the rainy days. 

I love to share my lyrics and music, and make them as versatile as possible. So, this is me, feel free to comment on my musical side. 

Ian Messenger.



Sending a Message.

Long time ago, in unknown distant lands which were situated far beyond what people used to acknowlege as their world, lived some man. He wasn't young no more and he experiened a lot of things in his life. But he knew after all that he didn't found this what he was looking for all his life. People around him lived like if they knew this, what he just missed, what he couldn't 'taste', what he couldn't find. "Is it possible, that everyone is pretending that they know what is it?" - he was askinghimself almost all the time. Becouse he knew how hard is to find it. Sometimes in rare moment of hope, he shared with some friends his doubts. They answered him calmed, that this 'thing' was founded long time ago, what he was looking for. Friends adviced him to stop searching or his life will past as fast as the morning dream. He couldn't belive that this what he was looking for was already founded. This what was found by people lived long time ago can't be this 'thing' which will liven up his world and will satisfy every part of his body and mind.
And one day at last, he founded what he searched for such a long time. He found it in the most unexpected place, in a place in which - as he seemed for a long time - he will never find it. Surprised and very happy he decided to do something what would be the most permanent sighn of his discovery. So he decided to write a letter in which will announceto the world, that this is what all consider and obvious, was just discovered.



NuN’s Chaostry AKA Rafal Gladysz began producing Hip Hop music in Poland in 2003 for local crews under the guise of NuN. After some short EP releases, in 2005 after some deep reflection on his own individual style, and not being happy with producing commercially influenced music, NuN became NuN’s Chaostry, marking the birth of the unique musician Rafal is today.
Taking a distinct, philosophical approach to his guise and productions, Rafal has created some extraordinary soundscapes enriched with complex synthetic textures, intelligent beats and thoughtful, dream-like sound clips making his music a real journey of musical discovery.
Rafal explains the origins of his artist name:
“It's an important element to understand a little bit about the music which I have pleasure to compose. The first part of my artist name can be found in Egyptian mythology where "nun" means the condition of universe before it comes into existence, in a free translation "nun" means "chaos", but chaos is actually where everything gets its place in reality. The second part of name "chaostry" is similar in meaning to the word "poetry". When we combine those two words we have some kind of metaphysical signpost, showing us where to find the truth. Well, when I'm looking around at reality it is sometimes tied up in chaos, in which we are trying to find ourselves and live. Every little thing or experience is some small truth which exists in reality. The more we know these small pieces the closer we are to something bigger. It is a trip without end, the destination is unknown. Maybe it is pointless for many people but by searching and discovering through music it is a real pleasure....” – Rafal Gladysz, 2008

Archimedes' Revenge: 
Archimedes was born in 287 BC, died in 212 BC, and made undead shortly after. He was a prominent Greek scientist and is regarded as one of the greatest mathematicians of all time. During his studies in Alexandria he came across a script that was even ancient to his own era. It mentioned a food that if eaten could imbue a person with immortality. The fruit was called Ambrosia. He wanted to experiment with this fruit for the betterment of mankind but he himself was not an adventurer. However, Archimedes employed the talents of an unsung hero by the name of Cletoneous. 
Cletoneous was a local brawler that made his living fighting cattle with his bare feet. It was with these feet that he started on his journey to acquire the fabled Ambrosia. The only lead Archimedes was able to give Cletoneous was that a philosopher named Pythagoras had used it for ceremonies in his religious cult. Pythagoras had long been dead but his followers were still alive and active in their religious following which they called Pythagoreanism. When Cletoneous arrived at their camp they said they had predicted his coming. They grabbed him and started drawing triangles on him in poisoned ink. Enraged, Cletoneous pummeled the zealots with his fierce feet. He questioned them as to where the Ambrosia could be found. The Pythagoreans said that the ink was to help Cletoneous on his quest and that the symbols on his body would protect him. Cletoneous threatened the worshippers with death and eventually they told him that he should venture to King Damocles for more answers.
King Damocles was known to be a just but extravagant king. His throne chamber was one of decadence and lavishness. When Cletoneous entered the room he told the king that if he had the same wealth he would never have to fight another cow again. The king then placed the crown on Cletoneous’ head and told him to sit in his throne. As Cletoneous sat down the king instructed his servants to place a sword hung by only a single strand of hair above the throne. Cletoneous tried to escape but the servants held him fast to the throne. Cletoneous screamed, “What’s this jive-turkey! I only wanted to know where the Ambrosia be!” The king retorted, “Now you have all that I have, including the constant fear of what it is to be a king.” Cletoneous, his face red from anger, broke free, kicking one servant clear across the room. The king grabbed the sword before Cletoneous could extend his leg to the king’s groin. “Leave this place, heathen!” the King shouted. “The Ambrosia you seek is guarded by the Goddess of Agriculture, Demeter.”
When Cletoneous met Demeter she was in tears. Cletoneous asked if he could have the Ambrosia and Demeter agreed as long as Cletoneous brought back Persephone. Hades, the God of the Underworld had kidnapped Persephone to be his bride. To accomplish this task, Cletoneous would have to bargain with the ferryman to cross the river of Styx and confront something dreadful that was only said to be “Of Myths and Monsters.” After asking a few agricultural questions, Cletoneous set off on his task.
When Cletoneous reached the river of Styx he was surprised. The ferryman was actually a ferrrywoman. Through the pale, decaying flesh and black robe she still had quite a sexy figure. She introduced herself as Spothera the Silencer. The Silencer said, “Welcome. You must pay a great fee to pass, what do you offer?” Cletoneous went through many offers including wealth, land, and tasks he could perform. The Silencer would take nothing until she said, “I know of something you use often and value greatly but have not suggested. I want your voice.” Cletoneous then asked, “How can you do th…” but before the words left his mouth the Silencer had uncovered her skeletal hand from beneath the robe and reached down Cletoneous’ throat ripping out his vocal cords. Cletoneous let out a swift kick but not quick enough, the Silencer had vanished and all he heard was sound of a boat knocking against water. Cletoneous let out a powerful but silent scream and climbed into the boat and into the hell that is Hades’ lair.
After the boat docked, it was quiet until the faint sound of music got louder as Cletoneous approached the gates of hell. When he was at the gates, the music was like something he had never heard before and was nearly deafening. In front of him there was a creature made of flesh held together by metal strings and wooden sticks. The figure had four distinct heads placed all over the deformed body and a black and white checkered pattern across the belly. One of the heads with long black dreadlocks spoke, “To enter these gates you must best me in my skill.” It was then that Cletoneous noticed the monster was creating the music by playing itself. It would pluck the strings, beat on itself with the wooden sticks and tap the black and white areas of its belly to make sound. Disgusted by the creature, Cletoneous nearly gave up but from behind the gates he saw Hades and Persephone watching him. He had an audience. He jumped forth and grabbed onto the thickest string he could find and started overpowering the beast’s own music. As he did this, he noticed he was sinking into the flesh, no, he was being absorbed by it. It was a trap! He kicked one of the faces and jumped back before it was too late. The monster lurched forth trying to consume him as it belched, “I must have your talent!” Cletoneous lunged back grabbed two of the sticks from its body between his own toes and shoved them into the monster’s eyes. The eyes of the three other heads closed and it screamed, “I’m blind!” Cletoneous then kicked the belly and the black and white pattern burst, covered with blood and entrails. Behind him he heard clapping. He turned and saw Hades. Hades said, “No one has ever bested Baby CJ in combat. You are one of a kind Cletoneous. I’ve been watching your adventures and I am your biggest fan. Take her.” He threw Persephone forward as Cletoneous caught her. Hades turned and started to walk away, “Leave this place before I change my mind.”
When Cletoneous came back to Demeter she was now crying with joy as Persephone and Demeter embraced. Demeter looked at Cletoneous and said, “Here take the Ambrosia, you have completed my task. But know this, mortal, that fruit is meant for the Gods and I do not know its effects on your kind.” Cletoneous, Ambrosia in hand, started his journey back to Archimedes not noticing that the ink from the triangles on his body started to run through his veins. 
When Cletoneous returned to Archimedes the entire kingdom was at war with the Romans. Archimedes’ own town was under “The Siege.” Cletoneous gave Archimedes the ambrosia but as the fruit left his hand he fell to the floor with sickness. Archimedes looked at Cletoneous’ body and saw black fluid leeched from the triangles which were now thick lacerations. “Eureka!” Archimedes’ screamed! “It’s not the triangle it is the circle! Pythagoras was wrong!” Cletoneous was baffled by this explanation but slipped out of consciousness. 
When Cletoneous awoke, he found Archimedes’ drawing circles on the floor around him. “Ah, you are awake. The Alchemic circles are working better than the triangles. I have been studying while you were gone and have discovered a way to reanimate the dead. You, Cletoneous, are actually dead but have come back. I am naming this process “undead”. Cletoneous tried to speak but no words came out. “Oh yes, sorry about that. I noticed your vocal cords had been removed. What a shame, must be a hell of a story. Those will never return in your undead state. I am trying to heal you from being undead to being alive once again and your body should regenerate thus giving you back your voice.” It was only at this time that Cletoneous realized he was tied down with thick rope and was completely immobile. “The struggling is pointless but a necessary precaution. You see, the accounts in the script mention that the undead have a craving for eating human flesh and that the undead sickness is communicable. Moreover, if you were to bite me I would become your mindless flesh eating slave retaining no self-consciousness of my own. This is only a temporary precaution. I am almost done with the circles that will bring you back to being a normal human again.” 
Cletoneous could hear screams and fires in the background but Archimedes’ did not seem to notice. He especially did not pay attention to when the door slowly opened from behind him and a dark figure walked in, sword drawn. Cletoneous screamed a silent scream and begun struggling to warn Archimedes but it was too late. The soldier raised his sword just as Archimedes turned around. “Don’t disturb my circles!” cried Archimedes as the foot of the soldier smudged one of the lines. The soldier thrust forth, piercing Archimedes in the chest with his sword and spilling blood across the room. The soldier turned and looked at Cletoneous as the soldiers’ eyes filled with the flames of war. He spoke, “I am Aries, the God of War. Demeter should not have given the Ambrosia to mankind and I am here with my army of Romans to take it back. Mt. Olympus is in chaos because of you. This is truly a War of the Gods. I am also here to kill you, Cletoneous!” Aries picked up the Ambrosia then threw his sword into Cletoneous’ chest as he walked out the door. 
To Cletoneous’ surprise he could still move even with the sword protruding from his chest. He lifted up his bound feet and used the sword’s edge to cut through the rope. With an uncontrollable hungry he immediately walked forward and began gnawing on Archimedes’ dead body. After the arm and half the thigh had been consumed Archimedes began twitching. Cletoneous noticed that whatever moves he made, Archimedes would make as well. This continued for a bit until Cletoneous could move himself and Archimedes independently. He was in control. Or at least he thought until a Greek woman ran into Archimedes’ house to seek shelter. Archimedes staggered forward towards the woman and bit deep into her neck. Only after a few minutes was Cletoneous able to stop Archimedes from feeding.
They both then stepped outside to see the catastrophe that was occurring. Gods clashing against each other in the air as Greeks and Romans battle below them. Cletoneous was left with nothing. His mind had turned to madness. All he had left was rage. Cletoneous then screamed so loud the battle briefly stopped. All eyes were upon not him, but at Archimedes. Although Cletoneous could not speak, Archimedes’ could speak for him. “This is my Vengeance!” belted out Archimedes. The woman from inside was now behind them in the state of being undead and under Cletoneous’ control. They charged into battle and the feast of humans and Gods alike began. We are Archimedes’ Revenge.

With a sweet blend of smooth soul, epic instrumentation and lyrics which will cause you to stop and think twice - South London has birthed a new artist who is set to accomplish more than just entertainment. Her passion and determination to inspire others is poured out into what can be described as an ‘eclectic’ range of music.


The charismatic sound of Santhy Mercado captures the essence of what seems to be an addictive innocence. From Soulful sounds to a taste of commercial R&B and Hip-Hop as well as a sprinkle of Pop, Santhy has a varied taste in music which spreads to the love of Reggae, Indie, Funk, Alternative and Gospel. Her diverse taste in music mirrors her multicultural background of Indian, Filipino, Spanish and Japanese. 


She discovered her love of music from the day she could pick up a mic, however her passion grew from the day her mother bought her, her first Piano which at the time was bigger than her arms could reach. That day was the day a songwriter was born...


“I grew up listening to my dad playing Bob Marley and Marvin Gaye on Vinyl and Indian music on cassette tape. My mum used to always play ABBA and Eva Cassidy, The Carpenters and Whitney Houston. So I grew up with a range of different music playing around me, which is probably why I love all sorts, and I’d like to think it comes through in what I make. Although I must say, my heart is in the soul!”


Her heart is poured out into each song, and as a writer, you will no doubt fall in love with the message she has to give, combined with melodies that perfectly match each lyric.


“I write most of my music, which I prefer to do. Even composing - playing the piano really helps. It’s almost like therapy, when I play, I forget about my worries. Kind of like when I have conversations with God – it’s like the music rises to Him and He takes care of everything else. I feel like there’s no point in being an artist if you’re not going to write your music, or have a huge involvement in it, because then it’s not yours. What you are singing about would just be pointless...”


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