Out on the road today, I saw a Memory Tapes sticker on a Cadillac. Little voice inside my head said don't look back, you can never look back, even when you entire aesthetic is specifically predicated on looking back. Neon Indian is eating, Washed Out has Kyle Mooney all in the videos, but damn near a decade after the Year Chillwave Broke, the genre of fuzzy, drifting nostalgia has become the subject of fuzzy, drifting nostalgia. But there's one guy from that wave who's found ways to reinvent himself from month to month like he was mid-'80s Madonna. And the amazing thing about Toro Y Moi's run is that he's managed to twist his sound into whole new shapes without ever entirely losing that amber chillwave hue.