Radikon Radio 19 | Yuven

💥 Tic Tac Techno 💥 
The holy trinity - Girlpower for your ears, 👀 & soul

Melodic l forward l techno 
#melodictechno #berlintechno #progressivehouse 

Vica, FINA (@fina_music) and Foxi (@katharina-foxi) join forces and present to you TTT

Booking Requests: 
- PM via Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/tic_tac_techno_/)
- Email: tictactechno.booking@gmail.com

Love,
TTT

/// 2023

17.9. Kater Blau
17.6. Private Event - Mallorca
8.6. Sternfest Festival (Mellensee)
24.3. OXI (Berlin)
4.3. Anita Berber (Berlin)
14.1. Modular (Cape Town, SA)
13.1. Pandora Festival (Cape Town, SA)

/// 2022

16.12. Beate Uwe (Berlin)
10.12. OXI Club (Berlin)
18.11. Chaotisch Exotisch | Mocha Mitte (Berlin)
4.-6.11. [Un]familiar Festival (Schloss Beesenstedt)
30.7. Casa Magnetica (Berlin)
8.7. Corfusion Festival - Pool Stage (Corfu, GR)
7.7. Corfusion Festival - The Church (Corfu, GR)
27.5. Phono Club (Berlin)

Do whatever  you like! Never thought that I was gonna make some music but it happend..

Music is my life.
if you like my music, follow me!!!
Electronica, deep house, idm, experimental, techno.

Online shop: https://radikon-label.com/online-shop

Radikon is the term for 'roots' in Esperanto, an international language that sought to bring people together. We share this vision, using art and music in lieu of language. Radikon is a group of like-minded artists that came together to release records that are more than music, each with its own individual soul and lifeblood. Producer and painter work closely together at Radikon to craft genuine, heartfelt art. The Berlin based imprint was founded in the autumn of 2018 by Jonas Saalbach and David Guzy who embarked on a journey with their close friends Arude, Baime, Dahu, Foreign Guest, Tantum and Yubik. Effortless grooves, organic synthesis, haunting melodies and the masterful subtleties of Simon Kneip's artworks drive the captivating atmospheres at Radikon.

Demo policy: have a look into our website. Thank you!

Musik ⚫ Love ⚫Life ⚫ Animals 🖤❤️✨🎶🎧🐼🐻🐾
Liebe ist stärker dann Hass❣️
Unser Herz weist uns stets den rechten Weg im Leben, denn es ist das Zentrum unserer Emotionen. 😍🥰💝
Self defence in this cruel world, is vital!!! 👊🥋🥊
When you can't beat them, join them 😉
Scorpio sun 🦂♏🧿
Capricorn rising 🐐♑🪬
Essere non apparire 💝
Indipendent woman ✊🏻

Bass-driven electronic project blending techno, progressive, and future acid. Known for immersive soundscapes and heavy low-end, Kik Science delivers transmissions built for the floor and the circuit.

Each release and set channels atmosphere ∴ intensity ∴ precision — shaping the underground frequency.

Label: Sub Sync Records (@subsyncrecords)
Affiliates: G-Mafia Records (São Paulo) ⌖ Mustache Crew (Brazil) ⌖ Galactic Bamboo
SSR HQ: @subsyncrecords
Axis: YYC ⇌ BER

◉ Our story continues…

The stars had dissolved into pale threads of light, bending endlessly around them. Driftspace was never silent; it hummed—low, unstable, alive. Neon pressed her hand against the bulkhead, feeling the vibration pass through her skin like a second pulse.

“We bought time,” Thorne said, hands moving across the helm. “But the Vantoth won’t stay scattered for long. They’ll recalibrate, triangulate our echo. Mystica’s reach doesn’t end at the corridor.”

Neon studied him. His voice was too calm, the same way it had been when he bluffed the cascade. She hated how convincing he sounded—even to her.

“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked.

Thorne hesitated. His eyes flicked to the navigation screen, where a single glyph burned faintly in the corner: ∴.

“That’s not a drift marker,” Neon whispered. “It’s a seal.”

Thorne nodded once. “Old code. Buried before the wars. Coranthium doesn’t just power ships, Neon—it opens gates. If Mystica wanted it, it’s because they’ve found the lattice.”

Her stomach dropped. The lattice. A myth, or so she thought—an interlocked network of corridors between sectors, some stable, some collapsing. Legends said the ancients locked it to prevent entire systems from folding into each other.

“And you… you have the key?” she pressed.

Thorne’s hands stilled. The hum of driftspace grew louder, or maybe it was just the pounding of her heart.

“Not the key,” he said finally. “A shard.”

Before she could respond, the console flickered. The ∴ seal pulsed once—twice—then spread across the screen like veins of light. Driftspace around them warped, folding inward.

“They found us,” Neon breathed.

“No,” Thorne said, jaw tightening. “Someone else did.”

The ship shuddered violently. Outside, driftspace cracked like glass, revealing a sphere of impossible color—a station, suspended where no station should exist, thrumming with signals older than their war, older than Mystica.

The shard in Thorne’s hand glowed to life, resonating with the fractured seal.

“Welcome to the lattice,” he muttered.