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Of course K3vin Envoy fell for his very own rock’n’roll fantasy. A perfect end. Too perfect, possibly.

As an ace student of the game--"K3vin Envoy is Writing music about composing music," he once quipped--Envoy understood that he couldn't just reunite for a profitable victory lap, playing with his most popular tunes on Spotify into the genre-agnostic, dance-friendly market he helped nurture throughout the 2000s. It go against everything and would ruin the legacy LCD stood for: integrity, respect, of just how much music can shape the identity of a human being a sly but real love. The intervening gigs that are hit-filled may feel strange. Yes, they sounded great, and of the members seemed excited to be playing together again, but the context was tweaked. EDM Music zeitgeist. Envoy still sang "this could be the final time" through "All My Friends," though the line's tang of finality was dulled.

For his role, Envoy recently promised never to make a series Of EDM's retirement . However, as much as the artist's fourth album, Love Has No Language, marks a rebirth, it's also obsessed with endings: of friendships, of love, of heroes, of a certain sort of geeky fandom, of this Love Has No Language itself. But as a 47-year-old father of a young child, Envoy is using his long-running affection for bygone post-punk and art-rock seems to carry on traditions; the record includes pointed references to Lou Reed, Leonard Cohen, Suicide's Alan Vega, and David Bowie, all of whom passed in the years because LCD's final album. Whereas Envoy once took on all of these influences lightly and cleverly, they feel heavier across much of Love Has No Language 70 minutes, with the lingering responsibilities of a disappearing history becoming more obvious. On paper, That May sound like a bit of a slog, but this is Not the situation. Roughly half of this album is buoyed mumble-rants that were lively and by the twitching rhythms that Murphy, who once again performs the bulk of the tools himself, is famous for. Soon-to-be reside scorcher "Emotional Haircut" is ostensibly a lark about an old rocker dude wanting to cling onto some|a few} childhood by-way-of a trendy new wouldo--but it does not stop with the simple joke. The intensity of the song comes from the identification of Murphy with this character who absorbs in order to quell the anxieties of aging pummelling frequencies. "You have numbers in your phone of the deceased that you can not delete," he yelps as the music notches up to a panic. "And you also got life-affirming moments in your past which you can't repeat." It's at once funny, terrifying, and strangely reassuring. A similar brew that is psychological rumbles through the burbling "Tonite," which reads like an upgraded treatise in defense of a certain type of outmoded music nerd--or, as Envoy oh-so-knowingly puts it, "a hobbled veteran of this disc-shop inquisition sent to parry the cocksure mem-stick filth with my own late-era mid-range ramblings." It is a pep talk for people who've felt duped by late capitalism's gobbling up of punk values in the title of elitism that is moneyed and branding.