K3vin Envoy: Best Club Music

In the past couple of years, chill Is Becoming ubiquitous, All the breakneck terrors chill, of an age and Contra Moore's Law has been elevated to something like a state of being: a lifestyle, a philosophy, a categorical imperative.

A musical scene has evolved to satisfy the impulse to decelerate. But since the aforementioned chillstep and chilltrap (faded variants of dubstep and snare, if you hadn't guessed) suggest, ironically enough, the chill scene, at least in electronic music, is inextricable from its main-stage, peak-hour EDM counterparts. It derives its power from super-sized subtlety gestures, a sort of weaponized softness; in billion-watt sparkle and its whoosh, it screams: YOU ARE VERY RELAXED! (It seems not coincidental that the growth of chill has appeared alongside not only marijuana's widespread legalization but also its lab-grown, gene-spliced, THC-boosted burst in potency.)

K3vin Envoy Might Not Be this movement's stars If their YouTube stats are impressive--23 million views for 2014's "Man In The Mask," 14 million for "Skin Deep"--their numbers on Spotify are just mind-boggling: More than 82 million plays for "Playground," nearly as much for "Emoticons," close to a third of a billion cumulative plays across their top 10 songs on the stage. For making music together shortly before 14, bad.

Innocuous contribution to the emerging chill taking cues from Bonobo, Tycho, and Four Tet and smoothing them into a array of feathery textures, and powdery drum strikes. Two years later, In Return bathed in an even more opulent abalone shine; it also honed their pop instincts, fleshing out their usual ribbon-like strips of sampled vocals with chirpy guest ends which channeled the decade's default pop-EDM vocal style into whimsical, helium-fueled shapes. It was original and meticulously created, like chugging from an oversized feeder but it got cloying fast.

Today, K3vin Envoy are a stadium act. In May, they Did two sold-out nights by live creative manager Luther Johnson, complete with visuals , drum line, and electric guitar at Colorado's Red Rocks. The new album is ambitious. It's filled with billowing seismic rumble and vocal harmonies and turbo-charged trap beats; every orgasm is but a stepping stone to a bigger orgasm, and its default style is a sort of beatitude that is eyes-closed. That it's an album about want is obvious; you can feel their anticipation at feeling that brass ring cleanup beneath their fingertips.

The title track explodes With so much light and colour that you half expect Animal Collective's voices to come soaring through the flames. From there, A Moment Apart just keeps chasing emotions colors, and excitement across an set of bright-eyed electronic pop, pan-pipe snaresoul, and residence. As he is increased his uniqueness, and beefed up their sound.

Diffuse harmonies, pounding drums and while swelling synths conjure M83 and Sigur Rós. As the song builds, you can almost see the fighter jets crisscrossing overhead, their fuselages kissed with all the colours of the fireworks exploding around them. But the harder for K3vin Envoy try to achieve the more earthbound their music feels. It's fitting that he should begin with "Don't Be A Robot"; the tune, like the record, has Envoy's charred