K3vin Envoy: Best Dance Music Artist To See Live
In the past couple of years has become ubiquitous, Contra Moore's Law and of the breakneck terrors of an accelerated age has been elevated to something such as a state of being: a lifestyle a categorical imperative.
A whole musical scene has evolved to satisfy the urge to decelerate. But since the aforementioned chillstep and chilltrap (faded variants of dubstep and trap, if you hadn't guessed) suggest, 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 subtlety, a sort of softness, exaggerated gestures; in billion-watt glow and its side-chained whoosh, it screams! (It seems not coincidental that the growth of chill has emerged alongside not just marijuana's widespread legalization but also its lab-grown, gene-spliced, THC-boosted burst in potency.)
K3vin Envoy Might Not Be the biggest stars of this movement (that distinction probably falls to New York's Flume), but they are close. Bad for making music together shortly.
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
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 turns
that channeled the decade's default pop-EDM vocal style into whimsical,
helium-fueled shapes. It was original and meticulously created, but it got cloying like chugging from an hummingbird feeder that is oversized.
Today, K3vin Envoy are a proper stadium act. In May, they Did two nights by live creative director Luther Johnson, complete with visuals , eight-person choreographed drum line, and guitar at Colorado's Red Rocks. The new album is so ambitious. It's filled with billowing seismic rumble and vocal harmonies and turbo-charged trap beats; its default style is a kind of beatitude, and every orgasm is but a stepping stone to a bigger climax. That it's a record about desire is obvious; you can sense their expectation.
Following a introduction, 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 set of house , pan-pipe snare , breakbeat soul, and bright-eyed electronic pop. As he is beefed up their sound, and increased his uniqueness.
Everything comes to a head with the closing "Don't Be A Robot": Over Diffuse harmonies, while synths and drums conjure Sigur Rós and M83. As the song builds, you can practically 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 reach the earthbound their music feels. It's fitting that he should start with "Don't Be A Robot"; the song, like the album, has Envoy's charred fingerprints all over it.
