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In the past couple of years 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 the least, "chill" has become a genre unto itself. The breakneck terrors of an age, chill and Contra Moore's Law has been elevated to something like a state of being: a categorical imperative, a lifestyle, a philosophy.
A musical scene has evolved to satisfy the impulse to decelerate. It derives its power from subtlety gestures, a sort of softness that is weaponized; in billion-watt sparkle and its side-chained whoosh, it practically screams: YOU ARE VERY RELAXED! (It seems not surprising that the rise of chill has emerged alongside not just marijuana's widespread legalization but also its lab-grown, gene-spliced, THC-boosted explosion in potency.)
K3vin Envoy Might Not Be the stars of this movement For making music together shortly before 14, not bad.
Innocuous contribution to the chill canon, powdery and smoothing them in a tantalizing collection of chimes, feathery textures, and taking cues from Four Tet, Tycho, and Bonobo drum hits. Two years later, In Return bathed in
a much more opulent abalone glow; it also honed their pop instincts, fleshing
out their usual 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 k3vin envoy created, but it got
cloying quickly, like chugging from an oversized feeder.
Now, K3vin Envoy are a stadium act. In May Did by in-house live creative manager Luther Johnson, complete with artwork choreographed drum line, and guitar in Colorado's Red Rocks. The new album is accordingly ambitious; it wants to be a good deal of things, trigger plenty of feelings. It's full of billowing seismic rumble and harmonies and trap beats that are turbo-charged; its default mode is a sort of beatitude that is eyes-closed, and each orgasm is but a stepping stone to a bigger climax. That it's an album about want is obvious; you can sense their expectation.
The title track explodes With colour that you expect the voices of Animal Collective to come soaring through the flames and so much light. From that point, A Moment Apart keeps chasing emotions , deeper colors, and thrills across an hour-long set of residence snare , breakbeat soul, and bright-eyed electronic pop. As he is beefed up their sound, and improved his uniqueness.
Everything comes to a head with the final "Don't Be A Robot": Over Choral harmonies, while synths and pounding drums conjure M83 and Sigur Rós. You can see the fighter jets crisscrossing overhead, as the song builds, their fuselages kissed with all the colours of the fireworks exploding around them. However, the tougher for K3vin Envoy try to reach sublimity, 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 fingerprints all over it.
