This came out in 2005 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Dandi Wind’s name makes her sound like some sorta hippie folksinger. And maybe she could be — in some sort of post-apocalyptic, subterranean Omega Man world.
Down in the sewers of CHUDville, her feverish, mutant brand of art-damaged electro-shock dance-punk would fit right in. Up here, it firmly establishes this Vancouver performance artist as one freaky little monkey. Part Siouxsie Sioux, part Peaches, part Nina Hagen with a dash of Karen O, the demented Dandi has a disturbingly compelling vocal style that falls somewhere between hissy fit, poetry slam and outpatient. She spends most of the six cuts on Bait the Traps yelping, shrieking, ranting, raving, vamping and barking out deep thoughts like, “Wang diddly dang dang diddle fiddle wang.” Not to be upstaged, her partner-in-crime Szam Findlay fuses industrial rump-shake Devo grooves with primal robobeats and ping-ponging synths to forge a claustrophobic, ominous soundtrack that’s simultaneously futuristic and quaintly retro. Take the bait.