Different spaces, different faces?

April 2, 2011

Berghain is the best nightclub in the world. On a Sunday morning at 4am, in a disused power station on the east side of Berlin, you can queue for hours and, if you’re lucky enough to get in, it’s like nowhere else on earth. You can listen to world-class minimal techno, dance crazy, take drugs, get drunk, have sex in public and even, would you believe it, smoke a cigarette indoors. But on Monday night I came here to see countertenor Andreas Scholl sing Dowland, Purcell and Haydn, with interludes of recorded Shostakovich over the towering speakers. When I arrived I was struck dumb: 500 people, most of them in their twenties, queuing to get in. It felt like 4am on a Sunday morning