Not in the “we’ll create for ourselves a complicated genre in order to earn more fans” but in a legitimately “no one else sounds like this” way. For two guys on synth-y piano and a drum kit, they create a rich, thickly layered Pop backdrop. In the foreground, Dun raps. It’s a breathy, high-energy, low-drama white-boy Rap, but it’s rapping nonetheless.
That high energy goes beyond the words Dun spits into the microphone, too. Joseph pummels the drums, clearly feeling the beat in his very core. And you know all the crazy dancing you do in the darkness behind a locked door? Dun brings that unabashed movement to the stage, letting go of all humility in front of the duo’s fans, thrashing, spazzing and sprinting across the stage.
Twenty One Pilots will leave Bogart’s in shambles. Get in it.
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