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Berlin is not quite dead yet. If you look and listen closely, you can still feel the city’s dying pulse. Behind the renovated facades of buildings that used to house illegal clubs, there are still rooms where the lights sometimes stay on even past 11pm.
One might say that everything was better back then. The girls were prettier, the parties wilder and the drugs better. Back then, The Aim of Design is to Define Space was the best band, which was more Berlin than Berlin was the Aim of Design is to Define Space. Unfortunately. Always lyrical. Always excessive. Always sexy. Always a bit melancholic. And most importantly, always real.
Two albums, one EP that are now history and made history. And then, stop. They said their goodbyes to a packed Volksbühne Berlin and left… into nothingness.
They were always missed. But when there is nothing left to say, you shut up. Just how much they are missed, we saw last autumn. One concert that restored everything. The love, the madness, the sweat, the courage of grand gestures and more happy people than you could bear. There it was, the pulse of this city, that used to be so many things and then became so different. For one evening, it all flashed before our eyes again. But its never worth looking back, because it was never as good as it can still become and then, they will be back.
The Aim of Design is to Define Space are making music again. New music. Music that fulfills all your expectations but is somehow still different than you might expected. There’s more techno, but the good kind. There’s less nostalgia, more appeals to the here and now. Captain Berlin was born here, where only a moment ago Kippenberger still was. And he speeds through Berlin with us. Shows us everything that was sold and where the fuckin’ E-Werk used to be. He takes us along, into the dichotomy of Generation “We were Berlin”. You try to reconcile civic life with the life that once was, you’re disgusted by your own „Spießigkeit“. You notice yourself getting older.
It’s so much easier to hate everything when Depeche Mode is playing in the background.
The „Spießigkeit“ that all adult Berliners bring into the formerly so anarchic Brandenburg. The Brandenburg that has as much forest as cement and lost so much goodness to Berlin. But even at 40, we still sometimes sit shivering at Ostbahnhof after several sleepless nights. So? We’ve always been Captain Berlin. After all, the city, no, the whole country belongs to us. The music we listened to belongs to us. „AIM #@%!$“: talent borrows, Aim has always been your reference machine. Only no one seems to know that.
AIM is back.