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Name: DJ Nikadeemas Home Page: http://www.myspace.com/djnikadeemas Member Since: Jan 10, 2003 Rank: 5247 Average Vote Received: Correct (3.67, 6 votes) Rated 1274 releases, average: 3.20 Location: Los Angeles Profile: Download My Mixes Here | Read My Bio Yeah, fuck you too. Fuck me? Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money and coming up behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up my clean windshield. Get a fucking job. Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis palming down the avenues in decrepit cabs. Curries steaming out their pours. Stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chest and bulked up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers. Jingling their dicks on my channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pure minuscule priced fruit-necked tulips and roses rapped up in plastic. 10 years in the country still no speaky English. Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobsters, thugs, sitting in cafes sipping tea in little glasses. Sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheeling and dealing and scheming. Go back where fucking came from. Fuck the black-headed Hasidim strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty Gabardine with their dandruff selling South African apartheid diamonds. Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-stout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break. Chico, GSM phones, Adelphia, WorldCom. Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car. Swelling up the welfare roll. Worst fucking parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dominicans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the dynamistic Italians with their palmate hair, their nylon warm-ups, their Saint Anthony medallions. Swinging their Jason Giambi "Louisville Slugger" baseball bats trying to audition for The Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their appearance scars and their 50-dollar Luchy artichoke with their poor faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all tart and shiny. You're not fooling anybody sweetheart. Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball. They don't want to play defense. They take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop and then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended 137 years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shot standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betrayed our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them delivering us into evil and while you're at it, fuck J.C. He got off easy. A day on the cross, a weekend in hell and all the hallelujahs of the legion angels for eternity. Try seven years in fucking Otisville, Jay. Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Queda and backward-ass cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with 7-2-4s roasting in a jet fuel fire in hell. You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jakob Elinsky. Whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery. My best friend judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his seamless fleece standing behind that bar sipping on club soda selling whisky to firemen and cheering the "Bronx Bombers". Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet C to the brown stones of Parksville to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat infested place. No. No fuck you Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and you threw it away you DUMB FUCK!  | |
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Various - Pump It Up! - 03-Mar-05 01:26 AM
I was rather chuffed to receive this in the post as a Chanukah present from me sis so much that I broke the DVD case in eager anticipation of those slinky birds from Benny Benassi's visually stimulating 'Satisfaction' hit. Thank you allah, for was I ever in for a surprise. Not only did I have front row seats at there expense of laborious usage of powertools but those saucy vixens from Eric Prydz 'Call On Me' were in fact the featurette of the collection. Heaven only know's where my 6-pack was hiding all these years thanks to these sexy starlets showing me several new ways of performing crunches syncopated to some of the hottest choons to grace the gymasium in the past couple decades. Ohh but wait until you see the "bum & tum toning section" that had me in stiches at first glance with the way they articulated there tushes to the rhythm which only Jane Fonda could dream of....”and 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 - action!!!” Really the only thing I was miffed about was the fact this provocative DVD was mislabeled on the case; that advertised the scintillating trance hit: Angel City 'Do You Know' but instead Ministry Of Sound snuck in another scantily clad buxom beauty covering Jefferson Airplane's 'Someboy To Love' ala The Boogie Pimps. So take that and rewind it back! Nik's says, “buy this video to make ya girlz booty go smack!”
Various - The 1990 MixMag / Kiss FM Mastermixes - 15-Mar-04 06:48 PM
"A few issues ago we received a letter from a reader asking us if we’d ever thought of putting a cassette on the front of the magazine featuring the artists we write about. At that time, plans were already underway for such a project but within weeks we’d had the idea of being the first lifestyle magazine to give away a free compact disc courtesy of the generosity of Technics whose sponsorship of dance music is well-documented, from their continued investment and production of the celebrated SL1200 deck through to their annual sponsorship of the DMC World Mixing Championships.
Then came the question of what music to choose. Rather than just a CD full of individual tracks, we thought the idea of mastermixes was far more appropriate to what MixMag and dance music is all about. Discussions with London’s Kiss 100 FM had been in progress since before the station launched in September and when approached with the idea of a CD, they were more than happy to lend five of their most famous DJs to the project, each of whom chose product from respective favourite record labels to mastermix. We owe many thanks to the five record companies involved who all put in many hard hours to make this project possible and we’re sure you’ll agree that the selection of tracks on the disc are highly representative of the way dance music is going in the nineties….."
MixMag, Christmas 1990
Emiliaz - Black Shadow - 05-Nov-03 10:58 PM
Having always assumed TT was produced by Emmanuel Top, I'm happy to finally acknowledge Emiliaz as one amazing producer. This EP scorched the summer skies of '95 with it's chanting mantras and pummeling kickdrums like no other in its class.
The only reason I could assume one would allot the Hard Trance connotation would in fact be that perhaps Patrick van Kerckhoven (Ruffneck/ 80 Aum/ XSV/ Enzyme) had his own paws on the last mix under the pseudonym Overmind (Tesseract Records).
Killing Joke - Change - 02-Oct-03 10:54 AM
For the record:
Track A1 Change (Spiral Tribe Mix) has no affiliation to the traveling sound system with the same name. It is solely the title of the remix that unfortunately has earned way too much credit for the simple fact everyone assumes The Spiral Tribe Soundsystem remixed it.
Sockett - 03-Mar-03 10:09 AM
Just so there's no sake of confusing the viewing public the electro label Sockett run by Freddie Fresh was released via the states an England simultaneously offering different releases which paralleled one another only in sound; except the only difference we can make for you here is the capitalization of catalog references: the caps are for US (SOCKETT 03) releases and the lower case are for imports from the United Kingdom (sockett 03)...
