We´re just excited to show up and show people who we are,” David Macklovitch, a.k.a. Dave 1 of Chromeo, says about the duo’s first show in Boulder. “Smile, play the songs, have some banter, hear what a bunch of screaming fans in Boulder sounds like — that’s just what I want to do.”

Now in its 13th year, NedFest has been virtually shock-proof in the face of economic shifts and dime-a-dozen festival saturation. With a dependable yearly lineup, partnerships with local breweries, tickets capped at 2,000 and a true scene of devotees that returns year after year, NedFest continues to keep the mountain towns homegrown musical legacy alive.

There’s absolutely no way I can write this review without bias. No one altered my college music sensibilities like Pretty Lights, whom I knew as the spearhead for Colorado’s charge into electronic music and indisputable winner of the hearts and ears of a generation of CU students.

At 3 feet, 6 inches tall, Kalyn Heffernan fronts Denver hip-hop group Wheelchair Sports Camp from her pimped-out wheelchair. That's just how she rolls.

“It’s the new, black version of the Beastie Boys!” sang The Cool Kids to a hungry young crowd at the Fox. I don’t know about that, or how that is really even possible — that’s like trying to convince someone that “We’re the new white version of N.W.A.” The Cool Kids are not out to flip racial hegemony, way more interested in being their subtly quirky selves and welcoming the audience into a good time.

Global Dance Festival has survived a long history of setbacks. Whether it was Paul Van Dyk’s food poisoning or a national initiative against rave culture (the RAVE act, as championed by Joe Biden), what was once known as Rave on the Rocks has persevered and evolved to become a three-day spectacle of — you guessed it — global proportions.

The billing was an interesting mix of instrumental groups and laptop-driven producers: the vibe was set by hipstery synth guru Com Truise, pushed into overdrive by established jam rockers The New Deal, hammered flat by some psychedelic crunk from MiM0SA, uplifted by the ever-graceful Lotus ensemble, then slammed back again into a West Coast stomp led by The Glitch Mob.

Red Rocks Amphitheatre is about to host a slam that will leave electronic music fans, and their glowsticks, spinning. The Glitch Mob is coming to take over with an all-star lineup Saturday, July 2, bringing together friends and sounds that range from psy-dub to post-rock.

Bassnectar is exactly that — a sweet distillation of low-frequency pollens, collected from the flowers of many sizes and colors. And just like the name implies, the crystalline sugar that results from all that busy-bee gathering is always the king of the show. Seeing DJ Lorin Ashton’s black mane thrashing behind the mixing board, or the blinding light installation that serves as his backdrop, is great, but it’s the chest-shaking, face-melting bass that brought Red Rocks to capacity and kept everyone moving (or forcibly vibrating) during the more-than- three-hour set.

Your body has an amazing ability to keep itself healthy. Despite your best efforts, it continues to function as you strap it down to office chairs and feed it less-than-premium fuel.