Radio überlin vol. 2

by James Glazebrook


Boom! Welcome to volume 2 of Radio überlin. This time we get to know my better half, the seldom-heard-from Zoë, as she explains when she first fell in love with Berlin, how moving here changed her life, and what inspires (and annoys) her about the city. We also answer a listener’s question about finding work and accommodation as a dual citizen of the UK and Germany, and play the very first round of BerlIN/BerlOUT *cue airhorn*. All that, plus music from Emika, Erlend Øye and Phonique, Jahcoozi, Peaches, Ellen Allien & Apparat and… Cabaret! Tune into Berlin Radio International every Thursday evening from 8:30pm to hear more.

BRI – Radio überlin EP 2 – 12/03/2015 by Berlinri on Mixcloud

Music Montag: A Playlist of Berlin’s Best Songs

by James Glazebrook

Achtung: this competition is now closed! You can find out who won here.

We’re running a competition to win a €200 pair of headphones by picking Berlin’s best song, and have been overwhelmed with responses already! Anything goes, as long as it “says something” about the city, so it’s good to see everything represented from minimal techno to R.E.M (with our namesake “Überlin”), the Cabaret soundtrack to… er, “Take My Breath Away” (by LA band Berlin!). Someone even picked our recent Music Montag cut “Berlin” by sometime resident Alaska in Winter. Think you can do better? Then comment on our competition post [here] and tell us what you think is Berlin’s best song. The winner will be drawn at random next Monday, 19th December.

Hair Hero: Sally Bowles

by Zoë Noble

Cabaret is one of my all-time favourite films – with great songs, beautiful outfits and of course its Berlin setting, how could I not love it?! But the piece de resistance has to be main character Sally Bowles’ er, bowl cut. A jet black frame for those enormous eyes, it immediately sets her apart as one seriously cool gal. Slicking it back and wearing a bowler hat and suspenders, she juxtaposes the masculine with the feminine perfectly – and no one else could rock a widow’s peak and get away with it. Sigh.