Wake up to a new voice telling me where to go
It sounds like I got no choice but to keep on this road 
Got my own opinion, my own words to say 
Got my own visions, so I know I can't stay 
There's no looking back now, I feel a change

No more black and white 
This life's too colorful, beautiful
Don't know what lies ahead but 

I'm ready now, it's time, gotta go, gotta get out
And leave my fear behind, nothing left for me here can't stick around
My dreams are loud and my heart's wide awake 
And all I know is I'm not meant to be silent 

David Marrs – Synth Musician: EDM, Synthwave, 80s, Darkwave, Pop, Dance

When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep. When I was supposed to sleep, I was silent. When a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it.

Nathan Ebed-Melekh עֶבֶד-מֶלֶךְ is known as The Prophet,The Nazarite ,Son of the Promise, Asahel, Servant of the King :is from the Solomonic Dynasty, a Mal'akh YHWH (Messenger of God), a believer in Yeshua HaMashiach (Jesus The Messiah), MC (Minister for Christ) and Gospel Hip Hop Psalmist (Artist) located on earth for now and the next world (heaven) is the destination for all believers, God's Promise. Starting out as a Revolutionary, Underground MC and formerly known as Hakeem Sayeed The Sword Skill Assassin. Hip Hop pumped in his veins during the early years of life experiences and due to certain motivations, he become fond of the mic and pen to ease the pain. With more than ten years spent mashing up mics, chopping beats, unwittingly shopping demos and digging deep into religion. A new man was being manifested to let those in the body to endure; "the worldly comforts are not for man, man is like a traveler, who takes a rest under a tree in the shade and then goes on his way". RASUL is an Arabic word, which translates as "Messenger ". It literally means "one who is sent". It comes from the same roots letters (r-s-l) as risalat meaning "to be sent". Malak/ANGEL in Ancient Hebrew means "Messenger" when translated to English, so in essence it's fair to assume that wings are symbols of thoughts preceding truthful words. In an age where many have lost the sense of self wandering aimlessly, accepting the cookie cutter format of the matrix we live in. The society we live in gives free reign to the body and its senses. They created a world with so many temptations; the mind is too discombobulated to get a grip on reality. In turn, our free will is being strictly dragged away from us right before our eyes, in that way our focus is too far from the exploitations of those in control; you cannot see. But there still remains those dedicated to the liberation of the mind and therefore emulate the truth to the best of their ability- Soaring above the mental plains of the dead, breathing life into the hearts of the dying consciousness of the people. Thomas Carlyle says, "Music is well said to be the speech of angels". I think of my rap style as a sword because it represents the state of mind and metaphorically the Word of God. The hilt is the understanding, the handle is the knowledge and the blade of the sword is the wisdom. Every time I rhyme, I'm swinging my sword. I'm set to capture the music industry, by staying true to my truth of faith. "You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free" (John 8: 32). What is the truth? Some books contain fragments of eternal truth but the bible is the essence of truth (John 17:17). Yeshua said to him, "I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the father expect through me (John 14:6). Prophecy is true in the bible so it affects everybody's life not just mine. I want people to be awake and aware to things in this world and the hereafter.

Currently working on his long awaited LP "  Book of Malachi" with Aneeway Jones, the French Producer Extraordinary, coming soon, God willing. SHALOM.

He was Featurd on the following
releases: 1. Psychotik Revolution By Psycho-Lution( Art of Battling)
2. 4 The Streets Vol 2 Mixtape by the Movement (Wise & Foolish Virginz and Microphone Psychologists)
 3.Righteousness and Wisdom) by Indlu Yezikhali ( The Voice)4. Kingdom Rap Vol 1 by Calliber (Proverbs 1:7)

Beat-tapes

Who is wise by Ancient Wisdom & Wise Intelligent
Wisdom is better than Rubies by Silent Monk




Pistols at Dawn is a clubnight in Glasgow attempting to do things a little differently.

The craft of the DJ is becoming lost.

In days gone by, DJs like Alfredo, Larry Levan and the near mythical DJ Harvey would enthrall dancefloors for hours, digging deep into their enormous record collections to find the perfect track to play at just the right time.

DJing was an art form. During the course of a set, there would be tempo changes as the DJ set the mood (something that so many modern DJs seem to have forgotten) and there would be a flagrant disregard for any so-called musical genres. Basically, if it worked on the dancefloor it got played. No restrictions

Fast forward to now and oh how things have changed. Everyone and their granny are DJs or producers now and it's never been harder to separate the wheat from the chaff. Aside from a few like minded rebels who we don't have to name, promoters are either bamboozled by the sheer quantity of 'DJs' out there or they have simply become too lazy to do the hard work and find the few people out there who are the real deal among the hoards of mediocrity.

It's no secret that the easiest way to get DJ gigs these days is by making your own tunes. It makes promoters lives far easier. Instead of having to really do their homework to find the best DJs out there, they can simply book someone who has a 'ready made' profile thanks to having made a couple of tracks/remixes/re-edits of their own. Unfortunately a decent producer does not necessarily mean a good DJ or even an average one.

I ask you. Is this any substitute for someone who has a genuine love and passion for playing music? Someone who spends hours digging in record stores and dusty charity shops for hours just to find that one special tune that will ignite a party. Someone who has spent years perfecting their craft and can read tiny little nuances on a dancefloor and respond to them with the perfect tune. Someone who is first and foremost a DJ there to take you on a beautiful trip through a range of emotions

Well that ladies and gentleman is what we are all about at Pistols at Dawn. Amazing music lovingly chosen by real DJs who know their trade inside out and who choose every single track with nothing but the crowd in mind. We have gone above and beyond to bring you the absolute cream of underground DJs with the only consideration being 'can this person work a dancefloor into a sweaty joyous mess?'

Taking inspiration from such clubs as 80s Amnesia, NYC's Paradise Garage, The Cosmic and Typhoon Clubs of Italy and Chicago's Powerhouse and Music Box, we will be providing what we hope will be the atmosphere of the greatest house party you have ever been to coupled with an unbelievable genre defying soundtrack. We want to create a family vibe where people not only go because they know the music will be out of this world, but also because they don’t want to miss the chance to catch up with all the new friends they have made on the dancefloor.

At Pistols at Dawn, expect to hear elements of house, disco, boogie, techno cosmic, italo, Balearic-beat, and anything else that takes our fancy on the night.

In a nutshell...

If it feels good it's alright

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.

The opulent Vrenelli “Babie V “ , born a native of Birmingham Alabama, is the New Age generation ligature into the music industry. 
Devoting all of her life to music, Vrenelli is the by product of a talented yet musically inclined family ranging from vocalist, performing arts, music producers, recording studio engineers, dancers, poets, percussionist and lyricist. 
An intriguing but rare ligure indeed, her lyricism and vocalism have been witnessed to gain multinational favoritism by many. 
“Music is my love, my life, my dream. It’s all I’ve ever known, and all I want to know”, she says. “I was once told that if you lay to rest at night with a tune laced ear, and awake each morning with a song at heart, then you were born to be a singer”.
As an adolescent Vrenelli expressed idolizing favor towards singers Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Envogue, Anita Baker, Toni Braxton, Mary J Blige & Cheryl Riley to highlight a few. While also expressing  great homage to Mc Lyte, Da Brat, Mia X, TLC, SWV, and last but not least, the soulful Xscape. 
“These talented Goddesses are all inspirational nurturers of my dream”. 
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. Driven by parvenu persistence, Vrenelli’s uniqueness sets her apart to be a mentor and role model of thriving Goddess to come.

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