Twenty One Pilots

Released May 21, the pair’s latest album brightly explores hues and tints, finding rapture that sometimes feels more motley than prismatic.

The internet was the perfect escape from my social anxiety. Omegle, an online chatroom for “meeting strangers and making new friends,” was where I lived.

To borrow some terminology from the Carters, this year’s Outside Lands “was a fucking zoo.”

On Friday, Twenty One Pilots, The Lumineers and Flying Lotus boasted, respectively, the most risk-taking, nautical and surreal sets of the weekend. 

Maybe the events of last week — Brett Kavanaugh’s confirmation to the Supreme Court, UC Berkeley’s abysmal equity index score and the disappearance of Washington Post columnist and Saudi journalist Jamal Khashoggi, for a start — have made you feel a sense of deep dissatisfaction in governments, both local and global.

No one song can capture an entire year, so we decided to make a playlist for each of the four years you’ll experience here at UC Berkeley.

Live, all of the songs off the band’s most recent album — 2017’s Woodstock — sound less pop-like, free of studio retouches.

Dead week is finally on the horizon, so the Clog has created a little playlist to calm all your pre-final nerves and jitters.

I paid for a premium Spotify account, and, I would discover that a little boy up in a tree somewhere was currently listening to “Dynamite” by Taio Cruz.

Silence is often filled with a self-critical or self-loathing cacophony of voices of our own creations, filled with dangerous imaginings.