Ever had a party in your bedroom that felt bigger than life? “My Room” by Piqi Miqi captures exactly that—only with more glitter, funk, and possibly demonic possession. It’s a track that doesn’t ask you to dance—it commands you, with the kind of groove that could only come from someone who’s lived through both the golden era of MTV and the existential drama of lockdown house parties.
There’s a clear Eddie Grant swagger running through the bassline, Michael Jackson popping up in those silky rhythmic cadences, and then—bam!—a Prince-sized chorus that’s so infectiously catchy, I caught myself humming it at the laundromat. Underneath the playful theatrics, there’s real warmth in the songwriting. Piqi Miqi turns his room into a safe haven, a DIY dancefloor, and a kind of communal therapy space, all in one. And whether or not you’ve ever danced in platforms at 3am in someone else’s kitchen, the spirit of the track hits home.
The backstory adds even more colour—during the two-year lockdown stretch when clubs were off-limits, Piqi Miqi made his house the stage. Literally. With themed costume parties that blurred the line between fan meetups and underground queer raves, he brought strangers together over funk, freedom, and fabulously extra vibes. That same generous, eccentric energy spills into “My Room” like confetti. The song is a celebration, but there’s structure in the chaos—tight syncopated drums, retro synth licks, and vocals that feel cheeky, soulful, and just a bit theatrical in the best way.
The music video, directed by Annie Rat, plays out like a 2000s teen movie reimagined by someone who’s seen The Craft one too many times. Parents leave, party starts, things go off the rails, and suddenly there’s a dark force crashing the dancefloor. It’s hilarious, it’s dramatic, and it’s oddly cathartic. Just like the song itself.
About Piqi Miqi:
Born in the US and now a Prague-based purveyor of New Wave Funk, Piqi Miqi [pronounced piki miki] is hard to box in—and why would you want to? He’s a one-man explosion of sound, visuals, and good energy. From the underground fashion scenes of Prague to the grooves of yesteryear’s pop royalty, he brings it all together in a way that’s loud, joyful, and deeply sincere. Think Bowie with a house party flyer in one hand and a disco ball in the other.
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