I’ve never known as city to be so associated, so wrapped up in one particular music style. OK, Seville has flamenco, and London has … erm … Regina Spektor … but berlin has techno, tchno, techno.

There’s no escaping the manic beats. It is everywhere. And when I say everywhere, I.Mean.Everywhere.IN.CAPITAL.LETTERS!

Even the telephone hold lines pump out techno. When put on hold at DeutscheBahn – yes, the staid, boring railway company – you get jumped on by some biffing choons and beats, bro.

After ringing up for train times to Leipzig, I didn’t know whether to hold or neck a couple of Es and sniff some ammyl, such is the thumping bass rocking from the DB DJ machine, man!

Tim Berlin music, berlin, transport