The rise of this kind of all-day indie sockhop is proof L.A.’s warehouses aren’t just for freight, psytrance and the odd orgy anymore. The Nomad Gallery Art Compound, a friendly art-bunker wedged deep in untrendy Frogtown, embraced the underground party set’s chill equation of art + music + abandoned industrial space = fuck the Sunset Strip with July 4th’s raucous “New Weird America” Festival.

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