These guys are stunningly, almost impressively terrible.Īlfred Soto: You wanna stay in the sun? Not with that skin. This isn’t as bad as “Stressed Out,” but then again “Stressed Out” might be the worst top 10 single of the past 2-3 years, so the bar ain’t exactly high. Thomas Inskeep: Dear white boys: stop trying to skank. So when you add in a boring white-boy pseudo rap break over a tacky beach restaurant backing and puddle-depth lyrics that masquerade as being meaningful, my dislike of them increases tenfold.
Their aesthetic makes me want to shove them in a bath, their music isn’t even well done alternative, their lyrics are hilariously Fueled by Ramen in a way that dates them to mid-2005, and “Stressed Out” is my least-favorite song of 2016.
Katie Gill: Nothing about Twenty One Pilots appeals to me. Oh well, maybe next time.Ĭassy Gress: A blend of 311 Sublime with RedOne, this mixes frighteningly violent fantasies with good old-fashioned white-boy rappin’ and bakes it until shrugging and clueless. Now, what to finish it all off with in the verses? It’s a big spin, it’s slowing, it’s going to be juddering electronics! This might just be their best result so far! But wait, the wheel hasn’t quite finished turning yet! The needle has flicked one space further and landed on the next option! It’s… it’s cod-reggae. What’s going into their track this time? First spin for the chorus: power-pop! That’s a good sign, they know what they’re doing there. Next up are returning contestants the Pilots. Iain Mew: Welcome back to Twenty One Pieces, the show in which a band spins a wheel to select from a set of musical ideas, and then has to fit them together into a pop song. The true pressing question: DO OUR NEW WRITERS LIKE “STRESSED OUT”?