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Named after a song in 5/4 time that shouldn't even exist, Take Five has been turning night into day in Kitzbühel since the 1980s—the last remaining club in what was once a global network. We won't confirm who partied here. Discretion is paramount.
Since the eighties.
And only the beginning.
There are clubs you go to. And then there is Take Five.
The name comes from the Dave Brubeck Quartet's most famous piece — a song in 5/4 time that, by every rule, shouldn't exist. Which may be the best description of this house: a rhythm nobody else plays.
Since the early 1980s — and since 1993 in the heart of Kitzbühel — nights have been turned into days here. Take Five was once part of an international network of clubs at the world's great hotspots. One remains: this one.
The last of its kind.
Who has celebrated here over the decades? World champions. World stars. People whose names we would never confirm. Discretion is part of the furniture — much like the champagne.
Now the next chapter begins. Not a reopening, not a retro revival: the same address, the same myth, a new night. Darker. Quieter. More selective. After midnight, the phones stay covered — what happens here belongs to those who were there.
We could tell you more. But then it wouldn't be a secret.
After the mountain comes the night.
Take Five — Kitzbühel. Est. 1980s.
Not everyone gets in.
