Vans: the quintessential skater shoe, and a co-opted staple of “alt” kids for the last few decades. When one thinks of Vans they’re likely to think of the angry kid in high school who listened to too much A Day to Remember and Man Overboard.
Like many things Twenty One Pilots, the video beckons analysis, and it is certainly interesting to trace its development from a mysterious journey into a blissful, rewarding triumph, and then finally the dark ending note on which it lands.
Even though every Toro y Moi project has upheld its promise to be vastly different than the one that came before it, Outer Peace contains the most drastic stylistic shift: gone are the wandering ambient contemplations, the at-times nebulous production, the lo-fi quality.
Because then and there, in Carlile’s performance, was the crux of what the night felt like it had really been about all along: The embrace of different people, different folk, the risks of love and the giddiness of hope and the hard, breaking feeling of something loved gone.