          The Bucharest native has been Djing since 2009, and first sharpened her Dj skills in the city’s club scene during her recidency  for the clubs and pubs in the Old City and beaches at the Black Sea . On some level, almost all artists are storytellers, but LaOra’s ability to spin a compelling tale using nothing but music created by other people is what  gives her the ability to keep the dancefloor pomped up all over the country from club to club as a headliner starting from 2010 till today. 
          Even as her profile has risen dramatically in recent years, she  hasn’t dipped her toes into the production realm till 2014, LaOra’s focus being entirely on Djing.  In June 2014 LaOra’s making herofficial debut as a producer on natural Rhythm Label with the Ep called “UseMe”  inlc. Remixes from Dj Le Roi, Elio Riso & Chris Von Nuchaku.  Her passion for music  continues to evolve and in 2015 she’s back in the studio producing a new Ep in collab with Viorel Dragu, a collab that unites a commitment to vibrant melodic  vibes, classic drum-machines rhythms and techno bits. 
          Growing up in Romania, LaOra has always been inspired by hip-hop and electronic music, but over the years she’s also developed an impeccable ear for tech house and techno making an appearance on her dj sets with tribal influences , LaOra ensures that things never sound stable by periodically changing up the mood .  Besides  Romania she played in Ibiza, Germany, Italy, Turkey, Jordan and Bahrain. 

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Nicolás Coronel was born in Mar del Plata, Buenos Aires. Always supported as Dj and Producer by the best artists in the scene like Hernán Cattaneo, Randall Jones, Dousk, Martín García, G-Pal, Nick Warren, to name a few, he won the attention of the international scene and clubbers. 

Being a Dj the last years and resident in the best clubs in his city and guest in the more important events and venues in his country like clubs and festivals, actually it´s playing around Argentina and international gigs and also is the owner and manager of his own digital label called Mestiza Records (www.mestiza-records.com).

Only in the last 6 years as producer he has signed more than 40 releases, also including important compilations with an outstanding list of big labels like Swift records (Greece), Acute Recordings (New York), Heavy Rotation (UK), Stripped Muzik Recordings (UK),Mestiza Records (Argentina), No Smoking Recordings (Turkey), Toes in The Sand (USA) among many others.

His records can be found at Beatport and other high profile record stores and online points of sale, Juno (UK), Resonant Vibes (USA), iTunes, etc.
 
With a monthly residence at the most prestigious radio on the internet, Nicolás bring his show called ¨ Nicolás Coronel presents Mestiza Records¨ at Frisky Radio, bringing the newest sounds in his style and also new and upcoming new releases by Mestiza Records

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Self-described simply as 'experimental rock n' roll," Oakley-based four-piece Mourning Mountains sell themselves a bit short with such a succinct tagline.  Their music is certainly experimental rock n' roll, but that's not all it is - it can be danceable, it can be heavy, it can be spacey enough for the stoners and boisterous enough for the drinkers and endlessly intriguing for serious indie rock aficionados who will try to scramble up sonic comparisons, maybe referencing the more raucous songs of Modest Mouse (the alliteration shared by both band names perhaps no small coincidence) or classic '80s post-punk.

"Routes Through Trees," the single from their upcoming album Where Lovers Go to Die, is a pretty good representation of the Mourning Mountains sound - driven by tightly syncopated, Afropop-like drumming, eccentric vocals and slicing lead guitar licks, it's a sound both vaguely familiar yet quite unlike anything else.

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.

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