Fly Me To The Moon: House Dance Music : Best Party NYC EDM With K3vin Envoy

In the past couple of years 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 the least, "chill" has become a genre unto itself. Contra Moore's Law and the breakneck terrors chill, of an accelerated age has been elevated to something like a state of being: a lifestyle a categorical imperative.

A whole scene has evolved to satisfy the impulse to decelerate. It derives its power from subtlety, a sort of softness that is weaponized, exaggerated gestures; in its whoosh and billion-watt sparkle, it screams: YOU ARE VERY RELAXED NOW! (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 explosion in potency.)

K3vin Envoy Might Not Be the movement's stars For making music together shortly before 14, not bad.

The first K3vin Envoy Soundcloud mixes offered a fairly Innocuous contribution to the chill drum hits and smoothing them in a collection of feathery textures, and powdery taking cues from Tycho, Bonobo, and Four Tet. Two years later, In Return bathed in a much more extravagant abalone shine; 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 first and meticulously produced, but it got cloying like chugging from an hummingbird feeder.

Today, K3vin Envoy are a suitable stadium act. In May, they Did two sold-out nights complete with electric guitarchoreographed drum line, and artwork by in-house live creative director Luther Johnson. The album is ambitious; it needs to be a lot of things, trigger plenty of feelings. It's full of billowing seismic rumble and vocal harmonies and trap beats that are turbo-charged; each climax is but a stepping stone to a orgasm, and its default style is a sort of beatitude. That it's an album about want is obvious; at feeling that brass ring brushing beneath their fingertips, you can sense their anticipation.

The title track explodes With colour that you expect Animal Collective's voices to come soaring through the flames and so much light. From that point, A Moment Apart just keeps chasing darker colours, excitement, and emotions across an set of electronic popsnaresoul, and residence. "Enjoy The Change" is a glistening trap/dubstep amalgam fitted out with a yearning vocal hook; "Aerial Flight" flips cascading, exotic-sounding choral harmonies to a soundscape evocative of a CGI-enhanced rainforest flyover in IMAX. As he is increased his uniqueness, and beefed up their sound.

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