Made you
a mixtape.
press play, then scroll
A vintage cassette shop and mixtape club. Rare tapes, restored Walkmans, and one tape made just for you.
Ten thousand tapes,
hand-sorted.
New-old-stock sealed cassettes, first-run albums, oddball promos and demo tapes nobody else kept. Pop, post-punk, city-pop, Arabic tarab on chrome. If it spooled, we shelved it.
Every tape
has a face.
Thousands of them, stacked into someone worth remembering. Bring us yours.
The Mixtape Club.
Tell us a mood, a person, a memory. Every month our crew hand-dubs you a real cassette, sequenced like it matters, J-card written by hand. Nobody streams a mixtape. That's the point.
- something to start the night
- the one you'll rewind
- slow, for later
- the goodbye track
Walkmans, restored.
Belts replaced, heads cleaned, gears re-greased, azimuth set by ear. Sony, Aiwa, Panasonic, each one tested with a real tape before it leaves. Buy one that actually plays.
Rewind is a real place.
Mar Mikhael, Beirut, up the stairs past the barber. Bring a tape to trade, stay for the listening bar.