Eek, Yeek!
Eek, Yeek! Courtesy of Orienteer

I was surprised to learn that my new favorite artist hails from Naples, a boring Southwest Florida backwater with nice beaches, a crap ton of super-rich fucks, and not much else. But it’s shitty little Florida towns like these that spawn intriguing talents like Yeek, a singer, rhyme-slinger, songwriter, and producer now based in Los Angeles who churns out sounds that are hard to pin down, a mix of hip-hop and beat tape production qualities, avant R&B grooves, and pop-savvy indie rock-ness. Yeek sing-songs rhymes and croons over top in a low, fatigued, lightly husky tone that's casually soothing and often mesmerizing.

His latest release, IDK WHERE, is a six-track EP that ranges from bouncy, beat-and-guitar-riff-fueled opener “Cleaner Air,” to the chugging bass drive of "Too Fast," to the soulful, slow-burning, pitch-shifted, beat-skidding closer, “Fatigued.” It's one of those albums that feels like it's over entirely too soon. He has two more LPs and another EP's worth of material, too. It's all real good shit that should be on your radar.

And if you do, indeed, dig it, Yeek lands at the Columbia Theater for an all-ages show tonight, with warm-up from Dotha. Some media below.