Dance/Electronic shows in Los Angeles

If you’re not at ZULAN this weekend, are you even living? This Brooklyn-based sonic brigade is about to redefine your concept of indie soundscapes. Imagine if your favorite dream pop vinyl got into an existential argument with a vintage synth and they decided to jam it out in a neon-lit basement. ZULAN’s live shows are the kind of electric chapel where you confess your sins and dance them away, all while wrapped in waves of lush reverb and skyscraper riffs. The buzz is already off the charts, with whispers of a surprise collaboration that might just melt your face off. Bring your coolest friends, or your most disposable ones—you’ll make some new ones by the third song anyway. Don't scroll past this like another predictable Instagram post; this is the night you'll be bragging about at every after-party until next festival season.

Snakehips are swooping into town, ready to electrify the night with their signature blend of future beats and nu-disco grooves. This isn’t just a gig—it's a pilgrimage for anyone who knows that the real magic happens when synths collide with sheer talent. Forget the mainstream noise and dive into a soundscape that’s as smooth as a silk bomber jacket and twice as cool. This 21+ soiree promises to be cashless and utterly priceless, with the kind of vibe that makes bottle service seem passé. Your golden ticket awaits via TicketWeb and TIXR—don’t let some third-party shenanigans lock you out of the sonic utopia that is Snakehips live. Dust off that ID, don your sharpest threads, and prepare to ride the wave of modern electronic mastery. Miss this, and you’ll be left scrolling Instagram, wondering why the best nights are always the ones you don't make it to.

Dive headfirst into the throbbing heart of bass culture with a sonic lineup that’s set to rattle your ribcage and electrify your soul. BASSTRIPPER, DIESELBOY B2B CRAZE, and CAPTAIN BASS are converging for a night that promises to blur the lines between reality and rhythm. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a pilgrimage for the bass-obsessed and a beat-fueled baptism for the uninitiated. Who knew bass could be so bracing, so brazen, and so beautifully brutal? Gritty and immersive, this 21+ event is more than just a show—it's an underground renaissance in the making. Forget the bottle service and VIP clichés; the real magic is down in the pit, where the beats hit hard and the crowd moves as one. Don't let a night like this echo into eternity without you. Grab your TicketWeb or TIXR entry, and remember, this is not your average night out—this is bass nirvana.

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.

Alright, scene kids and synthwave savants, brace yourselves for the sonic alchemy of the decade as Fox Stevenson and Mystery Skulls converge at the Bottom Lounge. This is not your average night out; it's an astral alignment of head-bobbing beats and ethereal grooves that will leave you wondering if you accidentally stepped into the coolest alternate universe. Presale your soul on August 27th at 10 AM sharp, because the general masses will be clamoring come Friday. Bottom Lounge has your back, keeping scalpers at bay, so your only job is to snag those tickets straight from the source. And don't sweat the digital wait—like all great rewards, your golden ticket will arrive in due time, ensuring your spot in a night that promises to rewrite the soundtrack of your summer. Don't be the one friend stuck hearing about it the next day—be there, in the moment, when indie legend meets electronic euphoria.

Hey cool cats and vinyl hoarders, clear your calendar and prep your ears for a sonic journey that promises to melt your ennui into a puddle of pure euphoria. VASSY is stepping under the limelight, igniting the scene with a live set that promises to be more electric than a storm over Times Square. This ain't your grandma's tea party—it's a full-throttle, soul-stirring exploration of sound, where pulsing beats and haunting vocals coalesce into an experience so intoxicating you'll be talking about it 'til next summer.

Doors creak open at 7PM, and the night is set to transform whatever blasé vibes you've been nursing into something downright legendary. Keep your ID handy—this is a 21+ affair, after all—and prepare for a musical escapade that's as unpredictable as your Spotify Discover Weekly. Supporting acts and set times might dance around, but isn't that just part of the thrill? Come for the music, stay for the mystique, and leave with that satisfying ache only a night of pure auditory bliss can provide. Trust us, you'll want to say you were there.

Mark your calendars and set a dozen reminders because missing Swordes live is like forgetting your own birthday. Pretty But Wicked is serving up a sonic feast on November 11th that will make your soul do a happy dance. Let's be real—any plans you had before are now obsolete. Swordes, with their glitter-drenched guitar riffs and vocals that slice through the air like a hot knife through artisanal butter, are the band you bragged about knowing before they were cool. Catching them at this all-ages gig means you can witness the future of indie unfold right before your eyes without gatekeeping Gen Z wannabes snapping it all away on TikTok. Advanced tickets are just $20 but if you’re feeling bougie, wait until the day of to drop $25. Either way, be there or risk being that person who missed the gig of the year and ends up crying into their vintage flannel.

If you're the kind of person who thinks life should have a killer soundtrack, then DJ Meredith Marks' YOU. CAN. DANCE. Tour is your next pilgrimage. This isn't just another night out; it's a neon-soaked odyssey into the heart of beats that make your soul groove. The Bellwether's got your VIP experience covered with the Looking Glass Lounge, where you'll sip exclusive elixirs and nibble on a complimentary grazing table while rubbing shoulders with the city's most discerning tastemakers. Think of the Lounge as your portal to the dreamscape of vibe-heavy mixes and dancefloor revelations, complete with a private entrance and bathrooms, because we're all about living that luxe life. A cashless venue means one thing: more time for you to lose yourself in the euphoria of sound. Secure your spot before the delivery delay lifts and the rest of the world catches on. Trust us, you'll want to be able to say you were there when the world discovered their new favorite DJ.

Dive headfirst into the sonic kaleidoscope that is Dennett, the band rewriting the rules of experimental indie. With a sound that crashes like waves against the shores of consciousness, they're the lovechild of Radiohead's Kid A and a late-night jam session in an abandoned Brooklyn warehouse. Their live shows are a synesthetic trip, with visuals that make you question reality and melodies that linger long after the amps cool down. This isn't just a gig; it's an auditory revolution, a communion for the disenchanted and the dreamers alike. If catching lightning in a bottle had a soundtrack, Dennett is it. Miss this, and you might as well delete your Spotify account.

Feeling stuck in the same old sonic rut? Infekt 360° is about to blast you into another dimension where bass drops and laser lights reign supreme. This isn't just a gig; it's a full-throttle aural apocalypse featuring Leotrix and MVRDA, guaranteed to melt your face and warp your mind in the best way possible. Forget about those third-party resale nightmares—only legit vibes and TicketWeb entries will transport you to this electronic utopia. So grab your crew, dodge those resale traps, and book your spot at the edge of the world. It's 21+, so leave your fake IDs at the door. When those tickets hit your inbox, you'll know it's time to step out of the ordinary and into a swirling vortex of sound you won't find on your friend's Instagram story—or anywhere else, for that matter.

If your soul's been thirsting for a sonic baptism, cancel your plans because Angrybaby is about to deliver a sermon. This isn't just a gig; it's an altar call at the church of thrash-tinged emo revival, where the faithful congregate and the uninitiated become converts. With riffs sharp enough to cut through the ennui of the everyday and lyrics that read like the diary of the coolest kid in detention, Angrybaby is the soundtrack to your next existential crisis. They're headlining a basement show that'll have the walls sweating and your heart racing like it's prom night 2004 all over again. You didn't hear this from me, but rumor has it they'll be dropping a new track that'll make your Spotify algorithm question its life choices. Miss this, and you'll be crying into your craft IPA wishing you stood in the eye of the storm instead of watching from the sidelines.

If your soul's been thirsting for a sonic baptism, cancel your plans because Angrybaby is about to deliver a sermon. This isn't just a gig; it's an altar call at the church of thrash-tinged emo revival, where the faithful congregate and the uninitiated become converts. With riffs sharp enough to cut through the ennui of the everyday and lyrics that read like the diary of the coolest kid in detention, Angrybaby is the soundtrack to your next existential crisis. They're headlining a basement show that'll have the walls sweating and your heart racing like it's prom night 2004 all over again. You didn't hear this from me, but rumor has it they'll be dropping a new track that'll make your Spotify algorithm question its life choices. Miss this, and you'll be crying into your craft IPA wishing you stood in the eye of the storm instead of watching from the sidelines.

Dive headfirst into the heart of the indie underworld with Massano and Township Rebellion's electrifying 360° set—because who needs a fourth wall when you’re kicking it with the avant-garde elite? This isn’t just a gig; it’s a full-on sensory immersion where pulsating beats meet hypnotic visuals, crafting a sonic tapestry that’ll make even your most aloof playlist blush. Happening at a venue where the lines between performer and audience blur, this is your passport to a night where every corner is the cool corner. Leave your inhibitions at the door (and maybe your day job on Monday), because this is the kind of experience that transcends the mundane and screams “I was there” louder than any Instagram post ever could. Grab your crew, secure a bottle service that’ll have you clinking glasses with the in-crowd, and get ready to have your soul sonically rewired. Just make sure your TicketWeb confirmation is at the ready—this isn’t a night you’ll want to leave up to chance.

The night is young, the beats are endless, and the dance floor awaits your reckless abandon. Desert Hearts x Justin Martin is the collab your playlists have been whispering about, ready to flood your senses with an all-night tidal wave of house and techno bliss. This isn’t just another gig—it’s a pilgrimage for the rhythm-obsessed, a sonic sanctuary where the only religion is the groove. You’ll find yourself swaying under the kind of lights that make you feel like you’re in a Sofia Coppola dream sequence, while basslines weave a narrative more compelling than your favorite indie flick.

Forget scrolling through your feed for meaning; the only story that matters is the one unraveling between the speakers tonight. Secure your spot through TicketWeb or TIXR—your golden ticket to a realm where the mundane is left at the door, and even the most aloof scenesters can’t resist the pull of the beat. Leave your cash at home, bring your best vibes, and let’s rewrite the night. Just make sure your ID game is as strong as your dance moves, because there’s no room for impostors in this utopia of sound. Don't let this be the night you hear about from everyone else.

If you think synthpop peaked with your latest playlist find, you're in for a revelation. Enter Gary Numan, the O.G. architect of electronic soundscapes that still ripple through every basement gig and lo-fi track circulating on your favorite indie blogs. Numan's live show is like stepping into a dystopian daydream where analog meets apocalypse, and his performance is a masterclass in synth wizardry that would make your favorite bedroom producer sweat. This isn't just a concert; it's an audio pilgrimage. Catch Numan and experience the visceral thrill of electronic music in its raw, undiluted form. Miss this, and you'll be haunted by more than just his classic track "Cars" looping in your head.

Dive headfirst into the electric cosmos of Will Sparks, where pulsating basslines and hypnotic synths turn the mundane into the magnificent. This isn't just a night out—it's a full-throttle, heart-pounding odyssey that will have you questioning reality itself. A heads-up to the 21+ crowd: gather your crew or fly solo, but either way, the allure of bottle service and VIP sections awaits those who dare to elevate their night. Beware the third-party ticket sirens; they promise paradise but deliver purgatory. Secure your golden ticket through TicketWeb or TIXR, and make sure your ID is ready to unlock this exclusive portal to euphoria. Because let's face it, if you're not at Will Sparks, are you even living?

Picture this: You’re lost in a kaleidoscope of sound, buried somewhere between the jangling echoes of post-punk riffs and the throbbing pulse of synth-infused nocturnes. Welcome to Grave Rave, the sonic speakeasy where the only currency is the rhythm of your heart. This is where the coolest congregate, trading cashless transactions for transcendent experiences. Cloaked under dim lights and deeper vibes, this 21+ sanctuary opens its iron gates at 10pm sharp, inviting early birds to claim their perch and night owls to glide in with a guaranteed ticket.

Forget the resellers and their pixelated promises—this exclusive gathering is for those in the know, a secret handshake shared among the chosen few who snagged their golden pass through TicketWeb or TIXR. As you step into this musical nirvana, your ID is your key, and your name etched like a whispered password. The RSVP might be a gamble, but isn’t that part of the thrill? Skip the predictable and surrender to the sound—Grave Rave awaits, and it’s about to be nothing short of legendary.

Dive headfirst into a kaleidoscope of sound with Earlybirds Club, the band that’s single-handedly reviving your jaded soul’s faith in live music. Their upcoming gig at the no-name dive bar that everyone knows is the scene’s worst-kept secret promises to transcend the usual humdrum of paint-by-numbers indie shows. Imagine if Mac DeMarco and Phoebe Bridgers decided to have an impromptu jam session while Portishead slinked in to provide the groove, and you’re halfway there. Expect lo-fi heartache, synths that shimmer like a heatwave off Bedford Ave pavement, and hooks so sharp they’ll carve a niche in your ever-cynical heart. Grab your battered denim jacket and your ironic tote; this is the kind of night that stamps itself onto memory and lingers long after the last guitar string fades. Miss this, and trust me: you'll regret it when your cooler-than-thou friend won’t shut up about it over overpriced oat milk lattes.

If you're not at ROZ tonight, are you even in the know? This isn’t just another gig, it’s the nexus of an indie-verse where gritty shoegaze riffs melt into synth-laden dreams, all while you’re sipping cheap beer in a dimly lit basement that feels like the center of the universe. ROZ is the band that’s got the scene buzzing—half the crowd is here to soak up the sonic bliss, the other half just wants to say they were there. Their sound is like if My Bloody Valentine had a lovechild with CHVRCHES, and it's as electrifying as it is intoxicating. So, if your Spotify Wrapped is more obscure than your ex's new flame and your closet is a shrine to thrift gods, missing this would basically be self-sabotage. Let’s face it, Instagram stories won’t do justice to the vibe. Be there, or be tragically out of touch.

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 you're not at ROZ tonight, are you even in the know? This isn’t just another gig, it’s the nexus of an indie-verse where gritty shoegaze riffs melt into synth-laden dreams, all while you’re sipping cheap beer in a dimly lit basement that feels like the center of the universe. ROZ is the band that’s got the scene buzzing—half the crowd is here to soak up the sonic bliss, the other half just wants to say they were there. Their sound is like if My Bloody Valentine had a lovechild with CHVRCHES, and it's as electrifying as it is intoxicating. So, if your Spotify Wrapped is more obscure than your ex's new flame and your closet is a shrine to thrift gods, missing this would basically be self-sabotage. Let’s face it, Instagram stories won’t do justice to the vibe. Be there, or be tragically out of touch.

Clear your Saturday night calendar because Amtrac is about to turn Outset into the dance sanctuary you've been craving. This isn't just another show—it's where your sonic dreams meet reality, a journey through beats that are as electrifying as they are unpredictable. With a sound that’s equal parts house revival and exploratory electronica, Amtrac is the kind of artist who turns synths into a living, breathing entity. Picture this: you're swallowed by a crowd of otherworldly dreamers, each one vibing to pulsating rhythms that feel like they were crafted by Daft Punk's cooler cousin. It's no-frills, pure energy—standing room only because sitting simply isn't an option. The venue's zero re-entry policy means once you're in, you're all in, like a sonic baptism you never knew you needed. Remember, there's a 6 ticket limit so grab your crew, flash your ID, and get ready to lose yourself in the kind of night that promises to turn even the most jaded music snob into a wide-eyed convert.

Pack your earplugs and ditch the ennui, because The Echo is serving up a sonic feast that even your coolest friend's playlist can't compete with. Dub Club is bringing Clinton Fearon & Boogie Brown Band to the Echoplex, and it's the kind of night that makes your future self jealous of your present. Clinton Fearon, the reggae legend, is set to unleash a seismic wave of roots rhythms and soul-soaked basslines that would make even the most stoic shoegazer break into a skank. If you're tired of the same-old synth pop and longing for a night that resonates with authenticity, this is where you want to be. A sweltering LA evening, legendary vibes, and enough grooves to keep your soul dancing—it's the kind of experience you'll be adding to your list of "I was there" moments. So, dig out that vintage band tee and prepare for a showdown of sound that proves reggae's not just a genre; it's a state of mind. See you in the echo chamber.