There couldn’t have been a more explosive finale for Jiffy Lube Live’s 2025 concert season than the arrival of Twenty One Pilots. On Sunday night, the Ohio-born duo of Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun brought their Clancy Tour: Breach to Bristow for the very first time — closing out the venue’s summer season with a performance that felt more like an immersive cinematic experience than a standard rock show.
The weather was perfect — crisp, cool, and golden with that unmistakable early-October glow. Hours before gates opened, fans crowded the sidewalks outside the amphitheater, buzzing with excitement. And once inside, it was packed. Jiffy Lube Live was completely filled — a sold-out sea of fans dressed head-to-toe like Twenty One Pilots themselves. Red beanies, black-and-red outfits, ski masks, and Clancy-era makeup were everywhere. The crowd looked like an extension of the stage — a living, breathing reflection of the band’s aesthetic.
“This is the most unified crowd I’ve ever seen,” one fan said with a grin. “It’s like we all showed up ready to play a part in the show.”
The night kicked off with Dayglow, whose vibrant, upbeat energy washed over the audience as the sun dipped below the trees. Frontman Sloan Struble bounced across the stage, grinning ear to ear, radiating pure joy. His breezy vocals on “Can I Call You Tonight?” and “Close to You” had everyone swaying and singing along. His set felt like a deep breath before the storm that was about to roll in.
When the stage went dark for Twenty One Pilots, the energy in the amphitheater shifted immediately. You could feel the anticipation — that low, electric hum that only happens before something massive. The crowd was already chanting, phones raised, hearts pounding. And then, with a low rumble, the LED screens flickered to life in static. A deep red glow filled the stage. When Tyler Joseph emerged through the haze and Josh Dun slammed into the first beat, the place exploded. “It’s like the whole place just erupted,” someone yelled nearby, barely audible over the roar.
From that point on, it was full sensory overload. Flames shot skyward, smoke rolled across the stage, and bursts of fireworks tore through the night. They must’ve spent a ton of money on pyro — and every dollar was visible. The heat from the fire reached into the seats, perfectly timed with the beat drops and lyrical climaxes. It was visceral and cinematic, the kind of spectacle that makes your chest vibrate.
Tyler and Josh were unstoppable. Tyler sprinted across the stage, switching instruments mid-song, his voice raw and urgent. Josh’s drumming was thunderous, every hit precise but wild, his energy pouring into the crowd like gasoline on an open flame. The visuals — scenes of dystopian landscapes and surreal red skies from the Clancy world — pulled the audience even deeper into the story.
Then came one of the most jaw-dropping moments of the night: the move to Stage B, deep in the crowd, where an actual car burst into flames. For a second, everyone froze — and then chaos erupted.
“No way! That’s a real fire!” someone shouted behind me, as phones shot up in unison.
The sight of Tyler performing as the burning car lit up the amphitheater was shocking, theatrical, and unforgettable.
Even with all the spectacle, the emotional core of the show stayed front and center. The new Clancy tracks hit hard, but classics like “Ride,” “Heathens,” and “Car Radio” united the crowd in deafening singalongs. When “Car Radio” hit its climax, every voice in the house was raised — an ocean of sound that rolled through the venue like thunder.
And then came the closer — “Trees.” It’s the one fans wait for, the emotional exhale that ends every Twenty One Pilots concert. As confetti rained down and golden lights swept over the crowd, Tyler stood at the edge of the stage while Josh joined him for their iconic dual drum finale. The entire amphitheater sang in unison — a chorus of thousands, raw and beautiful. “That song gives me chills every time,” one fan whispered after. “It’s like everyone in the world is singing together.”
When the last note faded and the lights dimmed, the crowd just stood there — quiet for a heartbeat, then cheering like they didn’t want it to end. It was both the end of another summer at Jiffy Lube Live and the beginning of a new era for Twenty One Pilots. They didn’t just close the season — they burned it down. Literally, figuratively, and beautifully.
As the smoke cleared and the last bits of confetti fluttered to the ground, the amphitheater lights came up one final time for 2025. Fans lingered, still buzzing, unwilling to leave. There was a sense of finality in the air — a bittersweet awareness that the music had stopped, but the memory would keep echoing long after. If this was Jiffy Lube Live’s curtain call for the season, Twenty One Pilots made sure it ended not with a whisper, but with fire.
Final Grade: A+++
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