Written By Tiddlerz

The Slim Mag crew held a launch party for their hot new monthly Berlin guide at Weekend Club on the night of Thursday, June 30th. This was one party I was looking forward to, as these boys are some of my oldest party peeps in Berlin. The line up of Iron Curtis, Oliver Deutschmann, Ed Davenport, and Mano le Tough was quality, and Weekend is a stunning venue in which I do not get enough opportunities to shake my tight little booty.

Back in 2006, Weekend was the first club I visited on my initial rave excursion to Berlin, and while it is certainly not the rave hotspot that it once was, Weekend is, without question, a serious-ass nightclub. The 12th floor of a city-center office building, the lift, the panoramic views of the city, the sleek design, the rooftop, and the impeccable Martin Audio sound… this is the sort of place that most ravers can only dream about, but here in Berlin, it is a reality and open to real people, not just old-fart millionaires and supermodels.

I showed up to a busy club, and although there are about ten DJs I know behind the decks, it is madman Mano le Tough and ironman Iron Curtis back-to-back on decks. No bland minimal-tech tracks here (which are the scourge of right-minded house and techno fans), just fresh beats and a really rocking party that made me regret the fact that I have to leave early and bust a move down Unter den Linden to check out Eddie Fowkles at Cookies.

Cookies. You might not like it, but if you haven’t been and you are dismissing it, then shut up, fool, because Cookies is one of the best places in Berlin to rock out to some real house music, a place where I can go and be certain that I will not hear that minimal mafia laptop shit. Robert Owens, Terrance Parker, Jeremy Underground Paris, Move D, and many more have played there recently so 'nuff said. Detractors may say it’s a "posh club," and there are certainly shirts and chicks in mini skirts in the crowd, but in the real world, not every club can have a crowd like Panorama Bar.

I rolled up to Cookies, the red carpet awaited, and Cookie himself was at the door waiting to greet me. Unfortunately, the red did not match my shoes, and I was in a rush to jack my skinny booty to Eddie Fowlkes, so I had to ignore Cookie at the door and proceed straight to the dance floor, only stopping briefly to say hi to that handsome devil in the garderobe who always catches my eye.

Eddie "Flashin’" is one the original Detroit heads, and he is one of the rare breed who is still on top of his game, keeping shit fresh and rocking the party. Although he is playing off the two pieces of equipment, laptop and controller, which are used by the blandest DJs to play the dullest sets, Eddie is neither dull nor bland. In fact, he is fast and funky, BPM up around 130 and constantly dropping in new tracks and vocals. The key difference is this: Eddie is using Traktor to DJ, while the Ibiza laptop mafia use Traktor to play some sort of "live set" which consists of endless loops of their superstar mates latest tracks along with some "digital only" downloads that they bought with Beatport gift vouchers that their mothers gave them for Christmas.

As this party wound down, some degenerate twisted my rubber arm into going to Golden Gate, but I don’t think that this part of the night needs to be shared with you innocent civilians.

Photo by Daniel Skornicka

Taken from SLIM Mag September Issue