Tyler brought CHROMAKOPIA to Moody Center. If you have been to one of his shows you know it is a whole set, not a rap concert with a screen.
Lil Yachty opened. Broccoli. Drive Me Crazy! He was pretty low-key. The crowd did the work. Fine. We were waiting.
Then Tyler. St. Chroma. Green shipping containers stacked like a jungle gym. Yonkers. WUSYANAME. IFHY. Sorry Not Sorry. LUMBERJACK. The new album in the mix. A second stage that was just a living room — vinyl, lamps — and suddenly an arena felt like his house. That should not work. It did.
Thought I Was Dead had weight. He talks to the crowd like he assumes you have been paying attention for ten years. I have.
You leave thinking about your own mess a little. That is the Tyler tax. Pay it.
