Review: CTM is the inspiration the festival’s dance music needs –

Wednesday evening in Berghain, DJ Haram and Moorish mother perform skeleton club beats and protest poetry as a collaboration 700 Happiness project, before belgian punk outfit cocaine piss take to the stage to unleash a slew of fast-paced nihilistic anthems. “We almost laughed [when deciding to put Cocaïne Piss after 700 Bliss] because the idea of ​​confronting the audience and the venue with this felt like a mini coup,” says co-curator James Grabsch. Mini-coups are needed to disrupt the hegemony within the music industry.

Down in Säule, the afterparty kicks off with a group of German DJs 100% halaal getting into incendiary club bangers like Dinamarca’s “Holy” and D Malice’s funky British classic “Gabryelle Refix”. They add signature touches to their selections, using CDJ manipulation techniques and sketching for playful montages of Lil Pump’s “Gucci Gang” and Benny Benassi’s “Satisfaction.” By the end of their set, the room is packed, and smoke from machines and cigarettes hangs thick in the air, sprayed with cool blue lights and penetrated by sharp red lasers.

In this intoxicating atmosphere, footsteps Kilo Veeco-founder of the Shanghai collective Genome 6.66 Mbp. His tall frame looks imposing behind the decks with a bandana obscuring his face, and he confidently announces his presence with a cascade of propelling club beats, before these fade into a blissful haze. Throughout the set, Kilo Vee pulls off auditory somersaults with masterful skill. The frenetic bass collapses into wacky experimentalism; voices against “society, the cops, the system” rise confidently from the darkness before breaking into fierce white noise; “Faceshopping” by SOPHIE sits alongside a clubby remix of “Not Gonna Get Us” by tATu. Stylish dressers in designer turnout dance alongside experimental heads Amnesia scanner merchandising; a man is wearing fluffy pink pajamas. But while clothing choices differ across the dance floor, the expressions of its occupants share the same appreciation vis-a-vis, eyes blazing with excitement. Wednesdays are rarely so exhilarating.

Gerald R. Schneider