Sounds of Summer

Who better to provide your summer soundtrack than the DJs who make us move? A few of our faves chime in with the tracks they predict will be in heavy rotation this summer. Some of them just might be the next big club banger you won’t be able to escape from come August.

Dave Dresden (of Gabriel & Dresden, playing Electric Daisy Carnival on June 8)

“Walls,” Sultan & Ned Shepard featuring Quilla.

“Rolling Stones T-Shirt,” Dada Life.

“In My Mind (Axwell mix),” Ivan Gough & Feenixpawl featuring Georgi Kay.

“Epic,” Sandra Silva & Quintino.

“The Veldt,” Deadmau5 featuring Chris James.

Trent Cantrelle (EDC on June 8; Marquee Dayclub on July 20)

“Moderation,” Light Year.

DJ 88 (Insert Coin(s) on May 16)

“Champagne” or “Hugz,” French Fries.

“The Recipe,” Kendrick Lamar featuring Dr. Dre.

Scotty Boy (Marquee Dayclub on May 12; Marquee Nightclub on May 14)

“Molly,” Cedric Gervais.

“We Own The Night,” Tiësto & Wolfgang Gartner featuring Luciana.

Whatever the next LMFAO single is.

Michael Toast (DubChurch at King’s Room on May 13)

“Hungover,” Shifta featuring Lil Wayne.

Jeff Retro (Blue Martini on May 16, 18-19)

“212 (Tommie Sunshine & Disco Fries edit),” Azealia Banks.

“Somebody That I Used to Know (Tiësto remix),” Gotye.

“Set Fire to the Rain (Thomas Gold remix),” Adele.

“Devil’s Work (Dirty South remix),” Miike Snow.

Steve Walker (Artisan on May 11)

“Remember When,” Sander Kleinenberg featuring Jamie Cullum.

“Tribal Fusion (Chus & Ceballos Iberican remix),” Boris.

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