
The end is the beginning, and a torchbearer's light marks the space between. For over a decade, twenty one pilots has woven this "Dema" narrative - this fictional world they've created - through their music. In Breach, their eighth album, the music, lyrics, and the "conclusion" of "City Walls" fold back on themselves - a rhythm with nowhere to go but through, on repeat. Over ten years of fan theories have reached a seeming conclusion to the imaginary world. I, for one, have enjoyed the ride.
Breach, both the album and the duo, refuses neat resolutions, instead tracing a drag path of relentless loops of thought and emotion that mirror anxiety and depression. In "City Walls," Tyler...
