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Paul Blair (aka DJ White Shadow) has quite the impressive resume, especially if you’re into Gaga’s most recent release and gender-queer outcry. Even if you’re not a fan of the Lady and her frank birth rights, DJWS has been producing electronic club hits under his personal label long before the Monster Queen requested to collab. Working out of the Second City, DJWS dropped his latest mixtape, I’m Killing Me, yesterday and it’s available over at his new spash page made by VEOBA in exchange for an email. The mixtape is 5 solid tracks that keep feet moving, heads bobbing, and whatever else party peoples partake in on the dance floor. Check it out!

Chitown’s stellar pop princesses, YAWN, are going to reverberate eardrums at the end of the summer. This is a fact despite how dazed and confused their promo tosses your visuals and melts your cerebrum. The blooming high-school buddies have been cooking up tribal infused, trippy tunes and scattering taste-sized portions of their forthcoming debut, Open Season, around the interweb, and Veoba couldn’t be more aroused. If you haven’t dosed yourself with the LP’s first single “Acid”, go grab it here. Now Josh Patterson (aka The Druid Beat) has crafted a digital pamphlet of the seasonal soundscape YAWN is releasing at the end of August. Read More…

Chicago’s Union Park maxes at around 18,000 concertgoers, and given Pitchfork’s unmistakable position in the music industry, not every buzzing diehard was able to attend this year’s 6th annual self-titled festival. Even if unfortunate followers couldn’t physically sport their deck fashions on festival grounds, Pitchfork’s live stream provided adequate footage of the hourly happenings with front-of-stage, VIP (not to mention air-conditioned) locales. As if that wasn’t enough, everybody and their mothers tapped away at keyboards to digitally cascade semi-biased reviews and tweets about the weekend; including the concert highs, overrated lows, and those random unmentionables. Read More…

The first dose of White Denim‘s “Drug”, left listeners high off warped guitars, groovy electronics and angel-dust vocals; a psychedelic track that kept the bowl in a steady rotation and the hippies dancing barefoot amongst sun soaked lawns. Though it’s been a few months since the Austin outfit released their fourth LP on Downtown called D, Bjorn remakes the single before the come down reaches full, disillusioned effect. Check out the remix below and grab it here.

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Still suitable for teenaged garage hangouts, Bjorn’s rendition of “Drug” puts a leash on instrumentals and sheds light on the song’s hypnotic lyrical component. We can and will take, talk, ingest, and smoke drugs for the duration of this scorching season even in the midst of untimely overdoses (RIP Winehouse). Just remember kids always have a buddy when you’re taking a trip and don’t forget to hydrate. Cool.

My first dance with Lucy could have translated into a Skins episode from the original UK runs, the type where melting profiles flare under neon lights and at least 1 chick nearly overdoses on good times. Despite being scared shitless that I would hallucinate for the rest of my existence, hearing only wobbling dubstep repeat like a soundtrack to my burning brain, I dove into another trip with my good pal a few weeks later. If Neon Indian taught this responsible user a thing or two it’s that one’s company certainly makes or breaks an acidic adventure. Read More…

Looks like Theophilus London hung up his flat-brim and decided to dress classy in a fedora and complimentary velvet suit for his debut LP Timez Are Weird These Days. The Brooklyn rapper clearly straddles fashion tastes and blends musical genres from current and past decades; mixing 80′s synth pings with melodic loops and smooth, battling vocals. But with an album name sounding similar to something Grandpa would mutter at the dinner table, it’s refreshing to hear London’s single “Why Even Try” get a RAC makeover. Listen below and grab the remix here.

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The not-so-fat Fat Tony returns to Veoba blog with his latest video taken from the rapper’s 2010 debut RABDARGAB. Despite its lack of Cheetos, Fritos, and other fatty fat foods that were chewed off in “You Ain’t Fat”, the Texas rapper still spits about his personal ventures and perpetual goal of returning home all high and confused. Read More…

With Pitchfork around the corner and hipster enthusiasm reaching an all time high, it only seems necessary to highlight some of the acts Chicago will feast their eyes and ears on this weekend. Philly natives, Sun Airway, will take the blue stage Saturday afternoon and pour out their whimsy bliss-pop, mostly made from drum machines and swelling synths, to a crowd of black framed spectacles. Read More…

While listening to Pictureplane swoon over electro-ballads, it’s easy to imagine some sort of astral soundscape complete with twinkling stars, flashing dayglow and lots and lots of glitter. One glance at Travis Egedy, however, left this listener a bit confused since nothing about his fingerless gloves or meshy Bulls attire indicated stellar glow. Nonetheless, Pictureplane’s newest offering “Post Physical” carries Egedy’s whisper soft vocals atop swirling synths and a celestial backdrop. Check out the track below and grab it here.

Post Physical by PICTUREPLANE

While frolicking in the electric forest over the weekend, I noticed a dreaded hippie strung up (in more ways than just 1) between two trees, floating above a crowd of flower-haired listeners who were bobbing their heads to an enormous backwood bass. After shimmying my way up to the stage front and fighting off hugs n drugs, I had to give my eyes a cleansing rub away to be sure I wasn’t just hallucinating the sight I stumbled upon. On stage sat a man, his face covered a quarter in fuzzy chops, tapping on what looked like an instrument crafted from metal piping one would find under their bathroom sink. Turns out That 1 Guy (aka Mike Silverman) conceptualized and crafted his 7 foot-tall, bizarre instrument from scratch using metal gears, electric buttons, bass strings and, of course, whirling piping. Read More…