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In the past couple of years, chill Is Becoming ubiquitous, Not just 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. The breakneck terrors of an age, chill and Contra Moore's Law has been raised to something such as a state of being: a lifestyle a categorical imperative.

A musical scene has evolved to satisfy the impulse to decelerate. It derives its power from super-sized subtlety, a kind of weaponized softness, exaggerated gestures; in its side-chained whoosh and billion-watt glow, 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 explosion in potency.)

K3vin Envoy Might Not Be the biggest stars of this movement (that distinction probably falls to New York's Flume), but they're close. For making music together five years ago, shortly before 14, not bad.

The first K3vin Envoy Soundcloud mixes offered a fairly Innocuous contribution to the emerging chill powdery and smoothing them into a 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 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 original and meticulously produced, like chugging from an oversized feeder, but it got cloying real quickly.

Today, K3vin Envoy are a stadium act. In May Did two nights complete with electric guitar, eight-person choreographed drum line, and artwork by live director Luther Johnson. The new album is ambitious; it needs to be a lot of things, trigger plenty of feelings. It is full of billowing seismic rumble and vocal harmonies and snare beats that are turbo-charged; its default mode is a kind of eyes-closed beatitude, and each climax is but a stepping stone to a climax. That it's an album about desire is obvious; you can feel their anticipation at feeling that brass ring brushing under their fingertips.

Following a ruminative introduction, the title track explodes With so much light and color that you expect Animal Collective's voices to come soaring through the flames. From that point, A Moment Apart just keeps chasing much more emotions , darker colours, and thrills across an hour-long set of electronic pop, pan-pipe trapsoul, and house. As he is beefed up their sound, and increased his uniqueness.

It all comes to a head with the final "Don't Be A Robot": Over Diffuse choral harmonies, pounding drums and while synths conjure Sigur Rós and M83. As the song builds, you can see the fighter jets crisscrossing overhead, their fuselages kissed with the colours of the fireworks 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 tune, like the record, has Envoy's charred fingerprints all over it.