Give them
a proper hitwith their name in it

Not at all: it's our speciality. You tell the story as you would to a friend, freely or by answering a few questions: we take care of every bit of the technical side. If you can send a text message, you have all the skills required.

Two full tracks, whichever plan you choose. They share the same lyrics, written for that person, set to two different pieces of music, in the style you choose (two different styles with The Platinum). You don't have to pick one and lose the other: the gift page lets you download both as MP3s (and as MP4 video with The Platinum), so you can give the one that suits them best, or both. They are yours forever, for any private use (the party, the family WhatsApp group, the memory slideshow); commercial use or public broadcast needs our prior agreement.

Cards on the table: the lyrics and the music are composed by our music AI, with no one reviewing them behind the scenes. You have the final word: before you pay, you read the lyrics, edit them freely, check the name and can ask for a different text.

Because we count before we compose. Give a music engine more text than the time allows and it doesn't speed up: it drops words (often the end of a line, sometimes a whole line) and nobody notices until the party. So we work out, section by section, how many syllables genuinely fit in the time available, subtracting breaths and phrase openings. If the lyricist overshoots, the text goes back for a rewrite before a single note is produced. It's the kind of detail nobody talks about, and it's why every word of your story is heard.

A full-screen page, opened from the gift page link, nothing to install, nothing to download. The lyrics scroll and light up word by word, exactly as they are sung: every word is aligned to the audio, not just every line. What changes from one screen to the next is the width, not the device. In landscape (a computer, the living-room TV, a tablet turned sideways), there is room to scroll your photos as polaroids down both sides of the lyrics. In portrait, on a phone held upright, that room doesn't exist: the side columns step aside so the words stay large and readable. The karaoke itself behaves exactly the same, and your photos come back full frame during the instrumental passages. The lyrics also come as a PDF, for anyone who prefers paper.

They scroll past as polaroids during the karaoke, up to ten of them, while everyone sings. You frame what matters in each photo yourself, no automatic crop chopping off a head. And you pick one with a click on its star: that's the one our AI turns into a “star of the party” portrait, in the setting you choose: concert lights, magazine cover, pop art, royal portrait… In landscape they accompany the lyrics throughout, on both sides. In portrait you inevitably see fewer of them: they leave the width to the text and appear large in the middle of the screen during the solos. To see them all, whatever the screen, there's the MP4 video.

So that you depend on nothing. The karaoke is a web page: it needs a screen, a browser, and enough width to show the photos beside the lyrics. The MP4 video already contains everything, the lyrics at the right moment and your photos, burnt into the picture. It plays on any phone, goes out by message or in the family WhatsApp group, can be projected offline and kept as a keepsake. It's the version that survives anything, and that's why we prepare it separately: we email it to you as soon as it's ready.

On screen, the karaoke lights up each word as it's sung: that's what makes it readable from the back of the room, but it never shows the whole text. Then the chorus arrives: everyone wants to sing, nobody remembers what comes next. Put the QR code up over the karaoke: each guest scans it from their chair and reads the full lyrics on their own phone, properly laid out, nothing to install, nothing to download. That code opens the words only; your files stay yours. A second QR, on the gift page, shares everything (the song, the karaoke, the downloads) when that's what you want. Both can also be downloaded as an image, to print and stand on the buffet.

Both end in a real song, by different routes. The direct packages are built for giving: one all-in price (two full tracks, the gift page, karaoke depending on the tier) with no account and nothing to decide beyond the occasion and the name. For a one-off gift it is simpler, and for the same length slightly cheaper. The Studio is for people who want the controls: choose the length up to ten minutes, rewrite verse by verse, retouch one section without redoing the rest, keep your own styles and make song after song. In exchange it needs an account, a balance to keep an eye on, and every attempt costs; the gift page and karaoke are bought separately, as a pack. In short: a song to give, take a direct package; the urge to build and try again, take the Studio.

Like a book of tickets: you buy a pack once, then spend as you go. Three packs (60 credits for €3.90, 180 for €9.90, 500 for €24.90), and the bigger the pack, the cheaper the credit. You start with 30 free credits when you sign up, enough to write lyrics and get a feel for the Studio. After that everything is shown before it is charged: a minute of music costs 42 credits, an album cover 51, the karaoke video pack 120. Nothing is taken without you seeing the amount and confirming, and your credits never expire.

You always get two full tracks, each with its own music, and you keep both: if one moves you less, the other is there. The lyrics are settled before you pay: you read them, edit them freely and can ask for other versions of the text. And if nothing works at all, write to us: a rework or a refund may be granted, with no endless form and no hold music.

Anywhere there's a party: at home, in the village hall, on the family WhatsApp group, in the memory slideshow. The song is yours, forever, for any private use.

Yes, your song is composed within minutes, right there in the Studio. You listen to it, tweak it if you need to, and off you go with it. We know full well that the birthday is “tomorrow, actually”.