PARADICE — Music. Places. Stories. Wear.

A warm Mediterranean sky at the last hour of daylight.

A Mediterranean coast at night, warm windows glowing under a deep blue sky.

Hello, we're Paradice

Music. Nights out. Notes from the road.

Paradice

Swipe up, have a look

A quick hello

Somewhere between a beach club, a record collection and a boarding pass. Glad you dropped in.

Not a label. Not a magazine. A little bit of both.

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Artists & releases

Music

The crew and the tunes they can't stop making.

Where we show up

Experiences

Nights, days and the bit in between.

Good reads

Journal

Small stories from the road.

Hello, we're Paradice

About

A little about us — no manifesto.

Shop

Paradice Wear

A few pieces made to travel well and stay a while.

Made with a lot of care and a little sunshine.

A warm Mediterranean sky at the last hour of daylight.

A Mediterranean coast under moonlight, warm windows and lanterns glowing.

Paradice

Somewhere between a beach club, a record collection and a boarding pass. We make music, throw the occasional party, and write about the places that inspired both. Pull up a chair.

Listening

Somewhere in PARADICE

Not a promotion, and not a best-of. This is simply what PARADICE sounds like from the inside — the records we keep coming back to, in the order the day tends to ask for them. Put it on and stay a while.

A handcrafted Mediterranean window with open shutters and linen curtains, looking out over a golden afternoon: a volleyball match on the sand, friends cheering from the sidelines, swimmers in turquoise water and a beach club serving cocktails under a pergola. — The same window, a few hours apart.

The same window several hours later: the net is gone, a bonfire burns on the same sand with people dancing around it, lanterns and string lights glow at the beach club, and a couple walks along the moonlit shoreline. — The same window, a few hours apart.

Made with a lot of care and a little sunshine.

That's the cover — for now