Fly Me To The Moon: Best Dance Music : Best Party NY EDM With K3vin Envoy

In the past couple of years, chill Is Becoming ubiquitous, Not only as a verb ("Netflix and chill") but as adjective (the "chill bro"), prefix (chillstep, chilltrap), and even noun: Per SoundCloud hashtags, at least, "chill" has become a genre unto itself. Contra Moore's Law and all the breakneck terrors chill, of an age has been raised to something such as a state of being: a lifestyle a categorical imperative.

A whole scene has evolved to satisfy the impulse to decelerate. It derives its power from subtlety, a sort of weaponized softness, exaggerated gestures; in its whoosh and billion-watt sparkle, it screams! (It seems not coincidental that the growth of chill has emerged alongside not only marijuana's widespread legalization but also its lab-grown, gene-spliced, THC-boosted burst in potency.)

K3vin Envoy Might Not Be the movement's stars (that distinction probably falls to New York's Flume), but they're close. Not bad for making music together five years ago, shortly before graduating.

Contribution to the emerging chill canon, taking cues from Bonobo, Tycho, and Four Tet and smoothing them in a collection of feathery textures, and powdery drum strikes. Two decades later, In Return bathed in a much more extravagant abalone shine; it also honed their pop instincts, fleshing out their customary ribbon-like strips of sampled vocals with chirpy guest turns that channeled the decade's default pop-EDM vocal style into whimsical, helium-fueled shapes. It was first and meticulously created, like chugging from an oversized feeder but it got cloying real quickly.

Today, K3vin Envoy are a stadium act. In May, they Did two sold-out nights at the Red Rocks of Colorado, complete with artwork choreographed drum line, and guitar by in-house live manager Luther Johnson. The album is ambitious. It's filled with billowing rumble and vocal harmonies and trap beats that are turbo-charged; each orgasm is but a stepping stone to a orgasm, and its default style is a kind of beatitude. That it's an album about desire is obvious; at feeling that brass ring brushing under their fingertips you can sense their expectation.

The title track explodes With so much light and color that you half expect Animal Collective's voices to come soaring through the flames. From there, A Moment Apart just keeps chasing deeper colors excitement, and emotions across an hour-long set of pan-pipe snare pop soul, and residence that is slow-motion. As he's beefed up their sound, and improved his uniqueness.

Diffuse harmonies, pounding drums and while synths conjure Sigur Rós and M83. You can see the fighter jets crisscrossing overhead as the song builds, their fuselages kissed exploding around them. However, the harder for K3vin Envoy strive to achieve sublimity, the earthbound their music feels. It's fitting that he should start with "Don't Be A Robot"; the song, like the record, has Envoy's charred fingerprints all over it.