Lock Prince, Sonny T and Michael B in a recording studio with a chalk outline of Jimi scrawled on the floor and they’ll summon this swirling vortex of rock from a forbidden sphere where God’s laws no longer apply. Wall of Berlin has no discernible chorus but switches to double time in between the verses, where the three struggle to control the rampaging daemon and constantly cross streams to quell its fiery rage. “The power of NPG compels you!” This 2006 outtake would have segued seamlessly into 3121 after the “wall of Berlin” shout, and possibly once did, but amongst Lotusflow3r it found kindred spirits to RAWK with. I can’t help wondering what devilry lies beyond the early fade-out.
261: Wall of Berlin