If you don't get into Berghain, don't take it personally. Even if you're Felix Da Housecat or Richie friggin' Hawtin, the notoriously strict door policy of Berlin's most famous club is a tough one to crack. Aside from separating the wheat from the chaff — ultra-cool heads from boozed-up lads and lasses — it's a logistical issue too; you only need to see the queue on a Saturday night to realise this club is just too damn popular. And for good reason too.
The clubbing outlet for Ostgut Ton, a label that's home to the likes of Marcel Dettmann, Ben Klock and Shed and as a result the sootiest, most industrial music on the planet, Berghain's cavernous main room is the world's most carefully tweaked for techno. Then there's Panorama Bar, the upstairs attic of this old power plant, where house music's finest preach that it's the most prestigious place to play. Residents Tama Sumo, Steffi and Ostgut boss Nick Höppner are the most respected in the entire game, sending out a profound reminder to anyone who dares to argue the resident is dead.
But it's not only exceptional sounds that makes this club so fabled. A no camera policy, darkened tunnels and secret cubicles — even a dungeon with a hidden dancefloor — mean that, quite simply, once inside, anything goes.