Located underneath the tracks near Jannowitzbrücke, within pissing distance from the Spree, Golden Gate offers a non-pretentious, anything goes, all-night-long-and-into-the-next-week party.

Like so many underground clubs in Berlin, Golden Gate is hard to find. Forget the neon sign pointing to the entrance. In fact, forget any sign at all. If you can’t find the door, just listen for the bass: the thick, grimey, thumping, crunky shit seeping from the blacked-out windows of a dumpy, graffiti-covered two story building, like maggots oozing from a road-side rabbit. Yeah, this place is that dirty. And, like so many underground clubs in Berlin, that’s what makes it beautiful.

This back yard battleground is decked out in slap-shabby second hand furniture and everything is at least a little rotten or mangy. The bar staff are actually friendly, the drinks are affordable, and the coat-check girl might even shoot you a smile if she’s having a good night.

It’s not worth showing up much before 2:00, after which you can expect a mostly techno flavored musical diet and a club packed with young, adventuresome folk and a few loose cannons.

... explored by Jess in Berlin.