Lights are flickering on the ceiling while high tempo techno judders through the speakers. In front of the DJ booth a woman with a tinselwatchitfranchises
tail, reminding me somehow of a unicorn, is dancing on top of the bass bin, conducting the crowd with a glitter coated baton while a completely naked, muscle clad man mock-worships her. In front of the dancing duo, the room beats on, unfazed. I’m not sure how many people even noticed. Somewhere, outside, it must be the morning. Inside the main room of ://about blank, a once illegal club located in Berlin’s Friedrichshain neighbourhood, reality takes on a different hue.
The spirit of Berlin’s nightlife community is captured in moments like these. Venues such as ://about blank (don’t worry, you don’t have to say the punctuation) – a collectively run club founded on left wing principles – epitomise the way the best of the city’s clubbing landscape combines politics, sexual openness and progressive social values, creating safe, participatory and, ultimately, magical nightlife spaces for clubbers to lose themselves in.
Much of this idealism stems from Berlin’s history as a divided then unified place – many of its clubs first occupied the real-estate no-man’s land surrounding the area of the old wall, finding new meaning and political purpose for these neglected spaces throughout the 1990s. As Nadine Moser, better known as Resom, one of ://about blank’s resident DJs, told me: “You can’t see today’s situation without looking into that past. A part of Berlin’s nightlife scene was always connected to politics.”
Music aside, this is, undoubtedly, what makes the city’s nightlife scene so enviable. As any dedicated clubber will tell you, exploring it is as much an adventure as it is a privilege; one night could never be enough to do it justice.
And though clubbing in Berlin rings out dreamy tales of 36-hour techno parties, Sunday afternoon packed lunches in Berghain (guilty) and sexual permissiveness (we’ll get to that later), the city takes its nightlife culture seriously, however big or small the venue.
Rewind to earlier on the same Friday night I ended up in ://about blank and I’m having a beer in a far more laid back club in Kottbusser Tor, with Andreas Richter, better known as DJ Reznik from the Keinemusik crew, who’s showing me around some of his favourite underground spots in the city.
We meet at Paloma, a DJ bar on the first floor of an old brutalist-style shopping block, the dystopian vibe compounded by the view of the U-bahn vaulting the street outside. The Keinemusik crew has been on the scene for some years now, running a DIY label and hosting an all-night residency at Watergate, one of the city’s long-running, slightly slicker clubs, but for Andreas the smaller venues are as integral to the city clubbing as its more prominent ones. “Some clubs adjust their programming to make more money,” he tells me. “But there are loads like this one where you feel there are people just making it because they love what they do.”
This is also the case at another nearby club we drop into, popular warm-up/mid-week party joint, Farbfernseher. The former colour TV store – with unusually friendly staff (we have to tell a joke before we’re let in) and upbeat crowd – is a small, cube-like, stripped-down space with a dancefloor surrounded by raised benches that create a mini-disco arena. “People just come and they dance,” says Andreas, which is pretty much my experience of the place. The music policy leans toward house and disco and it’s popular with the underground scene. The following night I swing by again (I really can’t recommend this place highly enough) to catch Hotflush’s Jack Haighton spinning classic house to a packed room. I also spot “Berlin’s oldest hipster” Günther Anton Krabbenhöft there, trotting around in his dandy attire. It reminds me of when I ran into an equivalent Lisbon nightlife character, 65-year-old director João Botelho in Lux; it adds a lot to a scene when you can count on seeing familiar faces. In Berlin you encounter a lot of regulars.
In terms of electronic music, one club that’s made a strong impression since opening around two years or so ago is OHM, which you’ll find just past the queue of tourists waiting to get into Dimitri Hegemann’s techno institution Tresor. “What I like is the diversity of the programming,” says Andreas, as we head inside through a small doorway in the side of the vast Kraftwerk Factory. “One night you can watch a noise band play, another a more experimental house/techno night like this one.”
The club, which is a cold, industrial square room with tiled walls and metal heaters, glowing red and hanging ominously from the ceiling above, attracts an art school chic, avant garde crowd to match the range in sounds that run through its incredibly warm, yet punchy sound system. Nights range from a sweat-drenched showcases from Lisbon’s ghetto electronic crew and label-of-the-moment Principe, to a dismorphic sound sessions from Berlin collective FLEISCH.
It’s impossible to talk about Berlin’s commitment to progressive clubbing without mentioning Berghain. This techno cathedral, in a beautiful, brutal, concrete power station on the edge of Friedrichshain and Kreuzberg, pulls in formidable line ups – and an even more formidable crowd – and has a deserved reputation as one of the best clubs in the world. Though it caters for a broad crowd, its roots as gay fetish club Ostgut, which ran between 1998 and 2003, remain prevalent in its current carnation; the legendary Snax party, probably the biggest gay fetish party in Europe, is still hosted there once a year.
The club consists of two main spaces; the grand main room, Berghain – a breathtaking high-ceilinged space dedicated to techno with impeccably tuned, towering Funktion One stacks in each corner; and the comparatively smaller Panorama Bar, which mainly programmes house and disco and has a crew of loyal followers. The rest of the club – designed to have no dead ends – is an endless churn of people dressed in outfits ranging from neo-gothic to nothing, shifting throughout corridors, stairs, gloomy, industrial chill-out areas and towering concrete pillars, constantly flowing, constantly cruising the venue. The physicality can be quite overwhelming at first; the interior architecture sporadically prompting you to stop dancing and reabsorb your surroundings.
One long-time regular I run into there is Luis-Manuel Garcia, an ethnomusicologist and writer who has a focus on the social dynamics of Berlin’s techno scene and spends so much time in Berghain he justifiably considers Panorama Bar an extension of his living room. It’s well worth reading his comprehensive Resident Advisor piece: “An alternate history of sexuality in club culture”. Wearing a tie-dye T-shirt, lights glinting off his pierced ears, Garcia tells me how Berghain has helped set the tone for clubs across the city over the last decade, something he calls the “Berghain-era”.
“It’s set a tone where being gay-friendly or pretty explicitly queer oriented is the benchmark of what’s desirable, the kind of clubs people want to go to,” he says. “This latest generation in Berlin is led by that.”
Garcia points to practices like the club’s no photo policy, which you can now expect to find at most clubs in the city, and beyond, such as De School in Amsterdam (and Trouw before it). Clubbers don’t need to worry about there being a record of their time there, allowing you to explore your identity or adopt a different one altogether without fear of anyone taking you up on it on the outside. “It allows a lot more fluidity,” says Garcia. “There’s no documenting if you end up down in the darkroom, or even if a gay guy gets with a girl. This is a space for sexual exploration for people.”
It’s important to recognise this when considering club door policies. As Garcia puts it, Berlin is probably the only city where six foot girls in heels and short skirts walk straight to the front and get rejected. “Clubs in Berlin have had to strike a balance between visibility and protecting and maintaining their core crowds,” he says. “Door policy is the most visible way they do this. It’s a blunt instrument, but I think their miss rate is still very low.”
In fact leaving a Berlin club is far harder than getting into one. It’s so easy to get immersed in the spaces, the sounds and the crowd, and if ever there was a crowd that knows how to roll it’s this one. With parties regularly running for days it’s impossible to know when to draw the line, though, as one prominent DJ and producer who’s based there points out, while Berlin has become a “playground” for middle class visitors, it’s important to note that the long running hours are tied into the city’s combination of low living costs and high unemployment: “People can stay out until Monday or Tuesday because they don’t have a job,” he told me.
Still, the hands-off attitude to partying is undoubtedly rooted in the city’s political spirit, and it’s hard to imagine a Berliner tolerating the scrutiny clubbers get from security in many clubs elsewhere. I spoke to one Berliner who couldn’t understand how clubs in London only stay open till 5 or 6am. As she put it, scrunching her face up in the process: “I don’t want to go out and party with someone telling me what I can do and when I have to go home.”
Which is definitely something to think about when you’re cycling back to your apartment at 9am on a Monday morning, having started your night on Saturday.