It's Sunday night, which means Part Time Punks at The Echo. I was there last week for Dandi Wind. Here's my review for the LA Weekly:
The scenesters gathered for this Montrealer’s L.A. debut were either dancing up a sweat or confused and exasperated. I found myself absently rubbing my temples. A friend turned away, needing a break. “She’s like Gloria Trevi’s granddaughter,” he huffed. But the trashy robot beat was too strong, Dandi’s savage antics too entrancing. “Fuck it, I’m gonna go dance.” And he went back in.
How hard-core is she? This hard-core, uh, "motherf---ers" (?):