4 stars only for the staff. Look, if you're into 500 nude guys grinding under strobes, slings everywhere, poppers haze thick as smoke-this is your circus. But if you want, say, actual fun? Skip it. I'd felt smaller clubs in Hamburg, Hanover, tight space, eye-contact worked, bodies spoke, you could flirt without yelling over bass.
Queue snakes forever, everyone's already half-lit, and once you're inside, it's a wall. Nude night means instant vulnerability, no clothes to hide nerves but instead of connection, you turn into scenery. The crowd? Overwhelmingly white German dudes, shaved, tallish, acting like they own oxygen. Me? Brown and average looks, not invisible, just... irrelevant. They'd glance, then scan past me like I'm the DJ booth. Watched other non-white guys try, same story: polite no, or straight ignore. Unless you're chiseled, cut and exotic-hot? They'll swarm. Otherwise you're background. It's not aggressive, just cold. Like, consent's fine, safety's fine, but the vibe screams in-group only. Berlin icon? Sure. Enjoyable? For them. For me, daunting, lonely, and honestly, exhausting. Go if you're curious, but expect hype to crash hard. Smaller spots win every time.