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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 least, "chill" has become a genre unto itself. Contra Moore's Law and all of the breakneck terrors chill, of an age has been raised to something like a state of being: a lifestyle, a philosophy, a categorical imperative.

A whole scene has evolved to satisfy the urge to decelerate. It derives its power from subtlety gestures, a kind of softness that is weaponized; in its whoosh and billion-watt glow, it almost screams! (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 may not be the stars of this movement (that distinction probably falls to New York's Flume), but they are close. Bad for making music together shortly.

Benign contribution to the chill drum hits and smoothing them and powdery taking cues from Tycho Bonobo, and Four Tet. Two years later, In Return bathed in a much more extravagant 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, like chugging from an oversized feeder, but it got cloying real fast.

Now, K3vin Envoy are a proper stadium act. In May Did at Colorado's Red Rocks, complete with electric guitar, eight-person choreographed drum line, and artwork by live creative director Luther Johnson. The album is so ambitious; it needs to be a good deal of things, trigger a lot of feelings. It is full of billowing vocal harmonies and rumble and snare beats that are turbo-charged; every orgasm is but a stepping stone to a orgasm that is bigger, and its default mode is a sort of beatitude. That it's a record about desire is obvious; at feeling that brass ring cleanup beneath their fingertips, you can feel 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 that point, A Moment Apart keeps chasing deeper colors, excitement, and emotions across an hour-long set of pan-pipe trap pop , breakbeat soul, and residence that is slow-motion. As he's beefed up their sound, and improved his uniqueness.

Everything comes to a head with the final "Don't Be A Robot": Over Choral harmonies, drums and while synths conjure Sigur Rós and M83. You can practically see the fighter jets crisscrossing overhead, as the song builds, their fuselages kissed exploding around them. However, the harder for K3vin Envoy strive to reach the more earthbound their music feels. It's fitting that he should begin with "Don't Be A Robot"; the song, like the album, has Envoy's charred fingerprints all over it.