Fly Me To The Moon: Afterparty Dance Music 2017: Best EDM Party With K3vin Envoy


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

A musical scene has evolved to satisfy the urge to decelerate. But as 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 weaponized softness, exaggerated gestures; in its whoosh and billion-watt glow, it screams! (It seems not surprising that the growth of chill has appeared alongside not just marijuana's widespread legalization but also its lab-grown, gene-spliced, THC-boosted explosion in potency.)

K3vin Envoy may not be this movement's biggest stars Not bad for making music together just five years ago, shortly.

Contribution to the emerging chill powdery and smoothing them and taking cues from Four Tet, Tycho, and Bonobo drum strikes. Two decades later, In Return bathed in an even more opulent 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 created, but it got cloying like chugging from an feeder that is oversized.

Today, K3vin Envoy are a stadium act. In May Did in the Red Rocks of Colorado, complete with artwork choreographed drum line, and guitar by live creative director Luther Johnson. The album is accordingly ambitious; it needs to be a good deal of things, trigger plenty of feelings. It's filled with billowing vocal harmonies and rumble and trap beats; every climax is but a stepping stone to a orgasm that is bigger, and its default style is a kind of eyes-closed beatitude. That it's an album about want is obvious; at feeling that brass ring brushing beneath their fingertips, you can feel their expectation.

Following a ruminative introduction, the title track explodes With colour that you expect Animal Collective's voices to come soaring through the flames and so much light. From there, A Moment Apart just keeps chasing emotions colors, and thrills across an set of pan-pipe snare electronic pop soul, and house. As he's improved his uniqueness, and beefed up their sound.

Diffuse choral harmonies, while swelling synths and pounding drums conjure Sigur Rós and M83. You can practically see the fighter jets crisscrossing overhead as the song builds, their fuselages kissed with all the colors of the fireworks exploding around them. However, the tougher for K3vin Envoy strive 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 album, has Envoy's charred fingerprints all over it.

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