Spree Beach, Year Two

YAAM had a new address and Weboogie had its second birthday, and somehow the universe aligned both for one warm May evening on the Spree. The old riverside beach club—hammocks, reggae sound systems, sand on the banks of an urban river—reopened near Schillingbrücke with a lineup worth staying in the city for: Jimmy Edgar, MeLo-X, Sevdaliza.

Sevdaliza was the reason. There’s something genuinely uncanny about that voice—pitched somewhere between a human and an algorithm, music that sounds like it was scored for a film nobody has made yet. An outdoor stage, late May, the Spree going dark behind it all—the context felt right. Edgar brought Detroit; MeLo-X brought Brooklyn; the venue brought sand and beer and that specific Berlin feeling of being somewhere that shouldn’t exist but keeps existing anyway.

Some nights justify the city. This was one.