Dance/Electronic shows in Los Angeles

Ready to transcend your mundane existence and step into the kaleidoscopic world of Kyle Watson 360°? This isn't just a gig; it's a full-throttle plunge into an audio-visual utopia where thumping beats and dizzying lights sync into a sensory overload that's as invigorating as it is intoxicating. Picture it: a room vibrating with an unspoken camaraderie, where every bass drop seems to fuse strangers into comrades on a shared sonic journey. It's the kind of night that'll have you Snapchatting your ex with a "wish you were here" just to rub it in—and trust us, every story you post will be dripping with envy-inducing vibes. But heed this, adventurers: Only those with a TicketWeb or TIXR golden ticket will pass through these hallowed doors, where exclusivity meets euphoria. So grab your ID, don your most daring ensemble (as per the elusive dress code), and prepare for a night that promises to be as unforgettable as it is unrepeatable. Miss this, and you'll be kicking yourself from here to the next underground afterparty.

Get ready to blast off into the sonic stratosphere with Space Yacht: Big Bass Ting, where the beats are as heavy as a black hole and twice as irresistible. This isn't just an event; it's a cosmic convergence of basslines and euphoria, hosted in a venue that serves up vibes as exclusive as a secret DJ set in an abandoned Brooklyn warehouse. Doors swing open at 10pm, but trust us, the celestial crowd will be orbiting early. Guarantee your spot in this galaxy by snagging a General Admission Ticket, or roll deep with bottle service for the VIP experience. This cashless cosmos promises no mercy for third-party hustlers, so secure your passage through TicketWeb or TIXR. Space suits are optional, but your ID isn't—make sure it matches your ticket or prepare for a re-entry burn. The universe awaits, and this is your one-way ticket to the center of the indie nightlife universe.

Nestled in a dimly lit basement that smells faintly of PBR and mystery, ILYKIMCHI is about to melt your face off—metaphorically, of course—at the latest Pretty But Wicked showcase. These avant-garde sonic alchemists are serving up a heady concoction of pulsating beats and ethereal vocals, like if Grimes and Kevin Shields had a lovechild raised on kimchi and chaos. Set your reminders for October 10th, because this isn’t just another gig; it’s a portal to a neon-soaked dreamscape where shoegaze reveries crash into synthpop euphoria. Doors creak open at 9:30pm, and trust us, you’ll want to be there early to soak in every decibel of this sonic baptism. At just $20 in advance, it’s cheaper than your overpriced cold brew habit—but if you snooze, it’s $25 at the door. All ages welcome, because good taste knows no age limit. Prepare for a night where the only thing cooler than the crowd is the band itself.

Forget the same old Friday night haze—Anfisa Letyago is about to turn your weekend into a euphoric trip through sonic wonderlands. Fresh off the back of selling out Europe's most secretive underground venues, Anfisa's set is a pulsating odyssey that melds techno with a dash of Siberian mystique. Think James Blake meets Nina Kraviz at a Trans-Siberian rave. 21 and up, because only the truly seasoned need apply. This isn't just a gig; it's a full-throttle synesthetic experience where the bassline tangles with your heartbeat. Don your best ‘I just woke up like this’ chic, grab your crew, and maybe snag a VIP section if you're feeling extra. But remember, authenticity is key—no third-party reseller nonsense. Procure your entry through TicketWeb or TIXR, or risk being the outsider at the coolest show in town. Your weekend plans just found their headliner, and this one promises to echo in your mind long after the last beat drops.

Ready to dive headfirst into the sonic abyss? This weekend, the indie underworld's best-kept secret is cracking open the vault for a night of pure, uncut magic. ToBeHonest is headlining, and if you know, you know—this isn't just a band; it's a movement. Their sound is the lovechild of post-punk grit and dream-pop haze, and you'll want to be baptized in every note. But wait, there's more. Gabss B2B Moontalk will be spinning tracks that feel like a cosmic conversation between two synth-wielding demigods. Just when you think you've hit peak euphoria, InntRaw takes the stage, reminding everyone why raw and real are still undefeated. This isn't just a show; it's a rite of passage for anyone who worships at the altar of the underground. Don't be the one scrolling through the aftermath on IG stories—get your ticket through TicketWeb or TIXR, and prepare to lose yourself in the soundscape. Cash is out, vibes are in, and the only thing standing between you and a night to remember is the guts to say yes.

If you haven't already been seduced by the jazzy sorcery of DOMi & JD Beck, consider this your wake-up call. Their Who Asked? Tour is about to descend on The Bellwether, and it's promising an auditory experience so mind-bending it'll have your Spotify algorithm questioning everything. The venue's gone full VIP, with a Looking Glass Lounge that sounds like what would happen if a speakeasy and a secret garden had a neon-lit lovechild. Imagine swaying to the duo's wickedly tight grooves with a craft cocktail in hand, while the magic unfolds from a stage-adjacent perch. It's the kind of scene you'll want to brag about later—assuming you can even find the words. The Bellwether's cashless, so ditch the wallet and maybe, just maybe, your jaded outlook. FOMO is real, folks. Don't say we didn't warn you.

Get ready to transcend the ordinary with Prospa present Prophecy, the underground event that's set to electrify your senses and rearrange your musical DNA. Imagine a sonic vortex where pulsating beats and mind-bending visuals collide, curated by the duo that's been crafting the future of electronic music while the rest of us are still untangling our earphones. Prospa's Prophecy isn't just a gig—it's an experience, a rite of passage for anyone who knows their Boiler Room sessions from their bedroom demos. Held in a secret location that only the truly in-the-know will find, this is where your next favorite memories await. It's the kind of thing you tell your kids about—if you had any, but, like, who has time for that when you're busy lighting up the night with the sound of tomorrow? Miss this, and you might as well miss the revolution.

Dive into a night where bass drops like secrets in a whisper network and every beat feels like a personal revelation. Boombox Cartel is set to electrify the scene, transforming the room into a pulsing haven for audiophiles and night owls. Leave behind the mundane and step into a cashless utopia where every transaction is digital, but every moment is genuinely analog at heart. The usual suspects—StubHub and its ilk—are nowhere to be found, so keep it legit with TicketWeb & TIXR to make your entry as smooth as a synthwave glide. Your government-issued ID is your golden ticket to an escapade where the only thing harder than the bass are the vibes. Forget bottle service; this is your chance to bottle memories. If you’re looking to shake off the ennui and lose yourself in soundscapes that defy the ordinary, consider this your official call to experience the aural alchemy of Boombox Cartel.

Brace yourself, because It's Murph is about to detonate your weeknight routine like a firecracker in a stale dive bar. The Brooklyn-based band is storming the stage with their genre-bending alchemy of post-punk grit and synth-laden dreamscapes that sound like Joy Division and Tame Impala had a love child at a basement show. Their latest EP, "Neon Reverie," is a kaleidoscope of sound that will make even your most obscure Spotify playlist seem pedestrian. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a rite of passage for the terminally cool. So ditch your ironic detachment at the door and prepare for a sonic baptism that will have you texting everyone you know about the night you almost missed. Trust us, this is the band your future self will brag about having seen before they blew up.

If you've ever wanted to time travel into the future of sound, River Tiber's upcoming gig is your portal. This isn't just a band; it's a sonic revolution powered by Tommy Paxton-Beesley's otherworldly knack for crafting shimmering, genre-blurring masterpieces. Picture this: You're in a dimly lit venue that feels like a secret you've been let in on, electronic beats wrapping around you like a warm, glitchy hug while soulful vocals cut through the haze like a beacon. It's the kind of show where each note feels like it was composed in the astral plane and delivered directly to your cerebral cortex. So put down your Matcha oat latte and grab your tickets before the other cool kids snag them—all the while casually pretending you discovered River Tiber before they blew up. This is the moment you'll want to say you were there for, the night when indie music’s cutting edge cuts deepest.

Get ready to dive headfirst into a sonic rabbit hole with HEYZ x Smoakland, the electrifying duo that’s like if James Blake and Bicep had a lovechild raised on Kraftwerk and cassette tapes. Toss in special guest Capochino, whose beats are smoother than your last thrifted leather jacket, and you’ve got a night that promises to be more legendary than your vinyl collection. This 21+ affair is not just a gig; it’s the kind of event that’ll make your Instagram followers wonder if they’re following the right influencers. Secure your spot via TicketWeb or TIXR to ensure your entry—because showing up with a StubHub ticket is the new showing up in last season’s dad sneakers. Prepare for audio bliss, dance floor epiphanies, and the kind of bottle service that’ll make you feel like you’ve stumbled into a secret club, even if all your friends already knew about it first. Don't snooze on this—your future self will thank you.

Brace yourself, because It's Murph is about to detonate your weeknight routine like a firecracker in a stale dive bar. The Brooklyn-based band is storming the stage with their genre-bending alchemy of post-punk grit and synth-laden dreamscapes that sound like Joy Division and Tame Impala had a love child at a basement show. Their latest EP, "Neon Reverie," is a kaleidoscope of sound that will make even your most obscure Spotify playlist seem pedestrian. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a rite of passage for the terminally cool. So ditch your ironic detachment at the door and prepare for a sonic baptism that will have you texting everyone you know about the night you almost missed. Trust us, this is the band your future self will brag about having seen before they blew up.

If you're still breathing in the same recycled air of your overpriced studio apartment and looking for a lifeline, Actress at The Echoplex is your salvation. Dive into a vortex of electronic alchemy where beats morph like quicksilver, and the crowd mirrors a celestial glitch in the Matrix. It's not just a gig; it's like witnessing a live wire short-circuit right in the heart of LA's indie pulse. Expect sonic landscapes that oscillate between dystopian dreamscapes and euphoric chaos—this isn't just music; it's a transcendental experience. The echo won’t just be in the venue’s name; it'll reverberate through your soul. Miss it, and resign yourself to a weekend of scrolling through Instagram stories, drenched in FOMO.

If your ears have yet to transcend into the cosmic realm of Flying Lotus, consider this your celestial summons. The architect of astral beats and maestro of electro-jazz alchemy is descending upon our humble plane, and trust, it's going to be a trip where no passport is required. Flying Lotus, the sonic sorcerer who makes the space between dreamscapes feel like home, is set to light up the night with an audio-visual tapestry that’ll ignite your synapses and stir your very soul. Imagine glitchy hip-hop beats swirling with jazz-infused rhythms, each note a stardust particle in a universe you never knew existed. For those in the know, this isn't just another gig—it's a wild pilgrimage. Catch it or spend eternity scrolling your feed, wishing you had.

Clear your calendar and dust off your most ironic band tee because Animal Collective is about to transform your usual Thursday night into a technicolor dreamscape. They're swooping into town like a psychedelic comet, ready to envelop you in a kaleidoscope of sound that you didn't even know you needed. Think swirling synths, primal beats, and harmonies that could melt even the most cynical hipster heart. Whether you're a die-hard fan or just here for the Insta-worthy visuals, this is your chance to witness the avant-garde maestros who laid the foundations for the freak-folk revival. Trust us, missing this would be like opting out of the summer of '69. Get ready to lose yourself in the layers, because Animal Collective is a live experience you’ll be bragging about to your friends—both real and virtual—for months to come.

Get ready to dive headfirst into a sonic whirlpool at Mutate: Charlie Sparks, where the underground meets the electrifying currents of the future. This isn’t just another night out; it’s a pilgrimage for anyone who knows the magic of a bassline that feels like it's rewriting your DNA. Mutate's proving yet again that the most transcendental experiences happen when the lights are low and the beats are high. Forget your usual haunts and embrace the allure of the unknown—just make sure your ID matches, because this 21+ sanctum is strictly for those who live on the cutting edge. With bottle service and VIP whispers echoing through the crowd, you'd better believe the whispers of regret will haunt those who don’t snag their spot through TicketWeb or TIXR. This isn’t just an event; it’s a movement poised to make history, leaving StubHub and its kindred in the dust. So dust off your most daring attire, sync up with your crew, and prepare to mutate with the coolest collective you didn’t even know you were searching for.

Attention all indie aficionados and sonic explorers: Hedex is about to throw the kind of electrifying gig that legends are made of. Imagine a night where basslines throb like a heartbeat and synths shimmer like a neon dream. This is not your basement band’s casual jam; this is a full-throttle aural odyssey that’ll leave your senses buzzing for days.

Held in a venue that keeps things strictly cashless and effortlessly cool, you’ll want to roll up with your crew and snag a VIP section for the full immersive experience. Forget about those dodgy ticket sites, though—only tickets from the indie-approved TicketWeb and TIXR will get you past the velvet ropes. So, grab your government ID, match it to your golden ticket, and get ready to be surrounded by a sea of fellow tastemakers who live for the next euphoric drop.

If you think you’ve seen it all, Hedex might just redefine your concept of a live experience. Don’t let your FOMO get the best of you—this is the night every "I was there" story will start with.

Clear your calendar and charge your phone, because PBW & Perfectly Imperfect are about to blow the roof off The Echo with iKeda. This isn’t just a gig; it’s an auditory transcendence that will have your synapses firing like a neon strobe at 3 a.m. With beats that echo the unrelenting pulse of the city and melodies that feel like a secret you’ve been waiting to hear, iKeda will take you on a journey from bedroom beats to astral anthems. Whether you're a synthwave lover or a dream pop devotee, this night promises those unrepeatable, ‘you had to be there’ moments that define a scene. Check out The Echo's socials and website for the lowdown and get ready to ascend. Just don’t blame us when you’re hooked.

Brace yourself, sonic explorers, because Steve Aoki’s DIM MAK 30 Tour is crashing into town like a neon-soaked tidal wave of euphoria. This isn’t just a gig; it's a pilgrimage into the heart of EDM's wildest revolution. Aoki, the party architect himself, will be setting the stage ablaze with beats that could resurrect a zombie dance floor. Expect legendary cake-throwing antics and enough high-octane energy to power a thousand underground raves. Joined by a cadre of Dim Mak’s freshest protégés, this isn’t just a concert—it's a full-blown auditory baptism that promises to blur the line between reality and a neon-lit fever dream. Miss this, and you'll be left scrolling through ecstatic Instagram stories, green with envy.

Prepare your glitter-streaked, thrift-store finest because Daft Disko is about to turn the Moroccan Lounge into your new favorite time machine. Think French touch meets disco house, a sonic soirée starring the ghost of Daft Punk past and the spirited beats of Justice, Stardust, and every other French maestro who ever made you wish you owned more sequins. This isn't just a playlist—it's a pilgrimage to the altar of groove, where the ghosts of Giorgio Moroder and Chic sidle up to the living legends of Yuksek and Parcels. Trust us, your feed will cry if you miss out on this vinyl-pressed fever dream. So, mark May 16 as the night your shoes will beg for mercy, and your heart will find the rhythm it didn’t know it was missing. Doors at 9:30 PM—consider that your cue to start stretching, because you’re about to dance like it’s the last club on earth.

When the clock strikes midnight, reality blurs into a kaleidoscope of bass-heavy beats and neon dreams as AC Slater takes center stage. This is a night where the underground pulses with the energy of tomorrow, a sonic journey crafted by the kingpin of Night Bass himself. If you’re looking for a party that will leave your eardrums tingling and your feet sore, this is it. Imagine sweat-drenched walls reverberating with the echoes of an uncontainable crowd, every drop and snare hitting like a secret handshake among the elite. It’s the kind of night that turns strangers into co-conspirators and leaves you boasting to your friends about the time you got lost in the groove of something legendary. Grab your tickets, rally your crew—this isn’t just another night out, it’s the stuff of subcultural legend.

If you’re not already clearing your schedule for Brijean’s DJ set at Camilles at The Bellwether, you might need to check your indie cred. Brijean, the brainchild of percussion goddess Brijean Murphy (yes, that Brijean Murphy who’s graced stages with Mitski, Poolside, and Toro y Moi) and the multi-talented Doug Stuart, is bringing their hypnotic emulsion of psych-pop and vintage dance grooves to the turntables. Imagine swirling through a kaleidoscopic blend of disco daydreams, 90s house nostalgia, and that ineffable pop magic only the truly enlightened can conjure. It's not just a set; it’s a sonic odyssey through the paradox of existence, with Murphy’s rhythms pulsating like a heartbeat beneath Stuart’s lush harmonic landscapes. And with Colloboh setting the stage? Consider it your personal invite to the coolest corner of the cosmos. Miss this, and prepare for the gnarliest dose of FOMO imaginable.

Prepare your glitter-streaked, thrift-store finest because Daft Disko is about to turn the Moroccan Lounge into your new favorite time machine. Think French touch meets disco house, a sonic soirée starring the ghost of Daft Punk past and the spirited beats of Justice, Stardust, and every other French maestro who ever made you wish you owned more sequins. This isn't just a playlist—it's a pilgrimage to the altar of groove, where the ghosts of Giorgio Moroder and Chic sidle up to the living legends of Yuksek and Parcels. Trust us, your feed will cry if you miss out on this vinyl-pressed fever dream. So, mark May 16 as the night your shoes will beg for mercy, and your heart will find the rhythm it didn’t know it was missing. Doors at 9:30 PM—consider that your cue to start stretching, because you’re about to dance like it’s the last club on earth.

If your existential dread needs a dance partner this weekend, look no further than Gothicumbia's latest sonic séance. This boundary-pushing collective is rising from the underground with a sound that marries the brooding aesthetics of Bauhaus with the hypnotic rhythms of cumbia. Think of it as the musical lovechild of a Joy Division and Los Mirlos after-hours jam session. Their live shows are already the stuff of legend, with swirling fog machines, DIY strobe lights, and a sea of black-clad devotees. Doors creak open at 9pm for those 21 and over—because let's be real, you need a little liquid courage to dive headfirst into this kind of audio alchemy. Miss this, and you'll be the only one at brunch without a story to tell.

Dive into the sonic wonderland of MORTEN, the band that's been haunting your playlists and daydreams, now headlining an exclusive 21+ show that promises to shatter your reality in the best way possible. Nestled in a cashless venue that feels more like a secret society meeting, this gig is a labyrinth of pulsating rhythms and ethereal vocals, set to bewitch the coolest of cats. Forget about those sketchy third-party resellers—only TicketWeb and TIXR hold the golden keys to this audio odyssey. Picture this: an evening where your government-issued ID is your sonic passport, and each track unravels like a clandestine whisper in a crowded room. With bottle service and VIP options for those who want to elevate the experience, MORTEN is more than a concert; it’s your next great memory waiting to happen. Don't let this one slip past your radar—it's the kind of night that becomes legend by sunrise.

Get ready to park your ennui at the door, because Yoi Toki is dropping a Future Funk bomb on LA this Halloween, and it’s got your name written all over it. Imagine Saint Pepsi and Vantage going B2B—think of it as the indie music world's version of a cosmic collision, with sparks flying and beats dropping faster than you can say "nostalgia overload." This isn’t just a gig; it’s a neon-drenched time machine hurtling you through 80s consumer culture and 90s anime vibes, all filtered through a kaleidoscope of funky, disco-infused beats. It’s a fever dream of old-school cool with a twist of digital dazzle that even the most blasé beat seekers can’t resist. Costumes are your ticket to a realm where reality blurs and the dance floor becomes your playground. Don't just hear about it—live it. This isn't just another Saturday night; it's a pilgrimage for the culturally in-the-know. Be there, or risk having your social cred plummet faster than a dropped bassline.

Prepare to recalibrate your sonic compass, because Dillstradamus is about to detonate a sound bomb that'll reverberate through your indie-loving soul. Known for their kaleidoscopic fusion of post-punk grit and synth-laden euphoria, this band is the pulsing heartbeat of the underground scene. Imagine if LCD Soundsystem and Joy Division had a love child and raised it in a Brooklyn loft with a penchant for late-night existential raves. This 16+ event promises a night where shoegaze walls of sound meet dancefloor anthems, creating a mosh pit of introspective bliss. So lace up those Docs, grab your coolest pals, and prepare to witness the next big thing before your Spotify Discover Weekly catches on. Don't let your future self wallow in regret—Dillstradamus is the gig your group chat will be buzzing about for weeks.

Brace yourselves, culture vultures and sonic thrill-seekers—The Moroccan Lounge is about to shake the very foundations of your musical world. On November 5, the stage will transform into a buzzing crucible of sound and spectacle, where the lines between reality and dystopian fantasy blur. Cel Genesis, hailing from the mean streets of Oakland, crashes in like a rogue wave of hardcore electronica, delivering a sonic assault that’s both terrifying and exhilarating. Their live show is a visceral experience, with visuals that haunt your sleep and strobe lights that flicker like a digital apocalypse.

Then, there’s Cry, the seismic collaboration between Kilbourne and Relaxer, who’ve pooled their punk and electronic wizardry to create a sound so intense, it’s like being caught in a sonic maelstrom. Their debut EP, AD 140, is a testament to the chaos they orchestrate—pure, unadulterated energy that shreds the air and leaves you gasping for more.

Closing the night, Sivil^3 offers a sharp, melancholic journey into the darkly ethereal. Their sound is corporal, a haunting echo in the void that reverberates long after the last note fades. This isn't just a gig; it's an initiation into a new realm of indie alchemy. $15 in advance or $20 at the door is a small price to pay for what might just be the most electrifying night of your life. Don’t be the one who hears about it after it's too late—this is your chance to witness the future of sound, right here, right now.

Ready to swap your ennui for euphoria? Dive headfirst into the sonic rabbit hole of And Always Forever 2026, where the kings of hypnotic lo-fi, American Analog Set, will headline a night destined for the annals of indie lore. Taking the stage at The Echo, nestled in the heart of LA's musical underbelly, this is where your Spotify playlist comes to life. With Dutch Interior spinning intricate webs of post-punk reverie and Xela Fella's glitchy beats promising to make even your coolest friend's head bop, it's a line-up that reads like a who's who of underground royalty. Grab a ticket—or risk recounting Netflix binges to your future grandkids instead of this night. Slide into the Echoplex at 1154 Glendale Blvd and prepare to have your soul sonically cleansed. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage.

If you’re not planning to hit up The Bellwether for Wuki’s electrifying set, you might want to rethink your decision-making skills. This isn’t just a show, it’s a full-sensory soundscape where bass drops become life-altering moments and every synth is a shot of adrenaline straight to your indie heart. And for those who know that the only way to experience music is as close to the source as possible, there’s the Looking Glass Lounge—an elevated oasis of elite vibes. Imagine sipping on exclusive craft concoctions while gazing over a sea of rhythm-addled bodies, having skipped the queue with your VIP entrance. Oh, and private bathrooms? Because waiting is for the uninitiated. The Bellwether's cashless, so just tap your card and let the music take you. Remember, the delivery delay lifts 24 hours before showtime, so prep your playlist and charge your phone. FOMO is real, and missing this could haunt your Spotify Wrapped for years.