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🎉 Welcome to Nika’s House – Episode 100!

This is a big milestone, and I’m dropping a 1-hour peak-time techno mix packed with energy, dark grooves, and underground vibes to celebrate. Turn it up loud and let’s ride together! 🚀

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🎶 Producers & DJs — send me your tracks: NIKA@DJNIKA.COM

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🔥 Tracklist below – enjoy the ride and thank you for 100 episodes of support! ❤️

1. Adam Beyer  - Taking Back Control (Original Mix)
2. AIO, Maurice Mino  - Dystopia (Christian Craken Remix)
3. Pablo Say  - The Language of Love (Original Mix)
4. Spartaque, The YellowHeads  - Galactic Drift (Original Mix)
5. ADRIANNA, Reaktive  - Sargam (Original Mix)
6. Kos_mo, Jabul  - This Is How (feat. Jabul) (Original Mix)
7. Teenage Mutants, NoNameLeft  - Can't Stop (Original Mix)
8. Bouras  - Aurora (Extended Mix)
9. PETER PAHN  - Alive (Original Mix)
10. Marie Vaunt  - Kurayami (Extended Mix)
11. DJ NIka & Pika Jenn - Just Wanna (Original Mix)
12. Mike Beck (USA)  - Keep Rising (Original Mix)
13. Space 92, Malena Narvay  - Formula Loca (Original Mix)
14. Gerard H  - Cosmic Tide (Extended Mix)
15. Mazdem, Enveak  - Make U Move (Original Mix)
16. Filth & Pleasure  - Full Metal (Extended Mix)
17. NAEMS  - Kabuki (Extended Mix)
18. Molothav  - Acid Storm (Extended Mix)

Nika's House - Episode 100 - DJ NIka (RadioShow)

House track which captures the summer flavour and a hint of trance

Lighting The Touch Paper

Song Trip England (Trance Techno) by Speedy Chic Chac on compilation Flitza

Trip England (Trance Techno) by Speedy Chic Chac on CD Flitza

Mad Libs with a Metronome

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Mad Libs with a Metronome

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