Ahh, the pains of living in the blogosphere. Trends get set and forgotten within a week, while music lovers try to beat their friends to discovering the next artist no one’s every heard of before. Enter Brothertiger – aka John Jagos. He’s an Ohio University sophomore that has already been dubbed chillwave’s next big thing, which begs the question: WTF is chillwave?

If his this debut EP defines the genre, then chillwave is lo-fi, synth-heavy pop that is perfect for lazy summer afternoons spent of the porch of a Florida bungalow. Jagos recently changed the name of his one-man act from Mono-tech to Brothertiger to better reflect the “natural, earthy, animal essence” of his music, which he describes as “glowy-synth dance music.” Vision Tunnels really is just that.

The EP is just under 20 minutes of mostly 1980’s drumbeats mixed subtly behind, fuzzed out keyboards, dreamy synth, and multi-tracked breathy anthems. The songs are about as carefree and lightweight as the fading smell of orange blossoms in the springtime – one night it’s beautiful, but by the next morning you’ve already forgotten how the sweet scent made you feel.

“Summer House” sounds like tripping on Codeine while taking a midnight bike ride in the middle of June. Ethereal keyboard plinks in the background as Jago spouts off dainty lines about “swimming without a care…swimming in the summer air,” and for the most part, the rest of Vision Tunnels follows the same, predictable sunny path. “You’re Afraid” and the title track are pleasant-but-forgettable tunes that sound like the product of late nights spent tweaking and turning knobs on Pro-Tools’ virtual mixing console, but Jago salvages the EP and proves his worth on the set’s last two tracks.

“Feel” is Vision Tunnels’ most promising tune: a fully-realized, well-mixed, driving pop tune, replete with thumping bass and a hypnotizing high-pitched vocal sample that – in the most endearing way – would be capable of lulling an insomniac into some sort of comatose slumber. While he could’ve ended it like that, Jago saves his very best for last.

“Lovers” is three-and-a-half minutes of proof that practice makes perfect. Jago sounds less like some college kid dicking around on GarageBand, and more like a seasoned 1970’s hit maker. The simple groove produces instant head bobbing and plays like the skating rink soundtrack to the night you got your first kiss.

These last two songs are audible evidence that the EP’s first run of physical copies did, indeed, sell out, and if Brothertiger can avoid falling out of hipsters’ seemingly short attention spans, then we should be treated to even more polished tunes to chill (or even dance) to soon enough.