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![]() Dandi
Wind
There's
nothing so elaborate as a stage in this venue. Dandi Wind stake out
their territory in a corner of the dance floor, over by the entrance
to the gents. If the band are a little taken aback by their surroundings,
they don't show it. The set-up is simple: drums, keyboards, vocals.
Two impassive chaps in thrift shop glam rags get behind the instruments.
And a small green explosion detonates on vocals. This is Dandi herself:
an aerobics instructor on fast forward, a barely tamed hurricane, a
forest of frenziedly whirling windmills somehow encased in a human body
and a psychedelic green leotard. She hurls herself around as if pursued
by several devils, leaping about in front of the The set is enlivened by a steady stream of nervous blokes scampering through the performance area on their way to the bog - at one point Dandi follows a couple of lads in, the door swinging closed on her mic lead. I don't know what went on behind that closed door, but the lads looked a little shellshocked when they emerged. There's never a CCTV camera around when you want one, is there? A mere rumble and tumble after that, it's last song time. It is, of course, the nearest thing Dandi Wind have to a hit single, the surreal thunder of 'Balloon Factory', a song which even ticks the catchy chorus box. Although, in Dandi Wind's world, a catchy chorus goes something like 'Wang diddly dang dang, diddle biddle wang wong ping pong'. Ah, they don't write 'em like that any more. In fact, I don't think they ever did...until Dandi Wind came along.
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