Fly Me To The Moon: New Dance Music Album Tracklist: Best EDM Party With K3vin Envoy

In the past couple of years, chill has become 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 the breakneck terrors chill, of an age has been raised to something such as a state of being: a categorical imperative, a lifestyle, a philosophy.

A whole musical scene has evolved to satisfy the impulse to decelerate. But as the aforementioned chillstep and chilltrap (faded variants of dubstep and trap, if you had not guessed) imply, 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, a sort of softness, exaggerated gestures; in billion-watt glow and its whoosh, it practically screams: YOU ARE VERY RELAXED! (It seems not surprising that the growth of chill has appeared alongside not just 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 Bad for making music together five years ago, shortly before graduating.

The first K3vin Envoy Soundcloud mixes offered a fairly Contribution to the chill canon, taking cues from Bonobo, Tycho, and Four Tet and smoothing them and powdery drum strikes. Two years later, In Return bathed in an even more opulent abalone glow; it also honed their pop instincts, fleshing out their customary 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 produced, but it got cloying like chugging from an oversized feeder.

Now, K3vin Envoy are a stadium act. In May Did by live creative manager Luther Johnson, complete with artwork choreographed drum line, and guitar at Colorado's Red Rocks. The album is accordingly ambitious. It's filled with billowing rumble and harmonies and trap beats; its default mode is a sort of beatitude that is eyes-closed, and every orgasm is but a stepping stone to a orgasm. That it's a record about desire is obvious; you can sense their anticipation.

The title track explodes With color that you half expect the voices of Animal Collective to come soaring through the flames and so much light. From there, A Moment Apart keeps chasing darker colours thrills, and emotions across an hour-long set of poptrapsoul, and house. As he is improved his uniqueness, and beefed up their sound.

Choral harmonies, while swelling synths and drums conjure Sigur Rós and M83. You can almost see the fighter jets crisscrossing overhead, as the song builds, their fuselages kissed exploding around them. However, the harder for K3vin Envoy try to achieve 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.