Cover of Deftones Saturday Night Wrist
sephiroth

• Rating:

For fans of deftones, lovers of alternative metal and experimental rock, and listeners interested in emotionally deep music with progressive elements.
 Share

THE REVIEW

I could compare the latest effort from Deftones to a pill that induces emotions that seem entirely genuine or utterly fake, or perhaps produces a certain "Deja Vu", all depending on how you experience the moment just before swallowing it; in "Hole in the Earth", "Rapture", and "Beware", for example, Moreno's voice is ready to sweeten (and scream) sinuous words over us, with that unmistakable timbre and a base essentially filled with the usual distorted vibrations and electro mixes in full style of the Sacramento group from the 'White Pony' era, all filtered through a production more akin to the dry self-titled CD "Deftones".

If "Cherry Waves" structurally seems like a variation on the theme of "Change" from the aforementioned album with the white pony, "Tilde" is of the same caliber, with its shamelessly catchy chorus. "Mein", "U, u, . . . Select, Start", and "Rats, Rats, Rats!" are the most intricate and noteworthy episodes, with Serj Tankian's voice in the final chorus of the first mentioned song and the remarkable pseudo-lysergic digression in the second raising the bar and undoubtedly being considered elements of substance. The third, no less, has a Tool-like restart ("Ticks and leeches" docet) with a sure impact. This piece will certainly become one that will insinuate itself among those the band must compulsorily produce live amidst the classic "knee-breakers" of their repertoire.

The "Teamslippian" "Pink Cellphone" leads us to the final trilogy that confirms what has been said so far: our guys have partially abandoned the elements of the predecessor and have drawn heavily from the experiments of 'White Pony', achieving a decent album but with a certain déjà entendu that might discourage purchase from those who are not fans of the band.

What idea have you formed, will you take the pill or not?

Loading comments  slowly

Summary by Bot

The review of Deftones' Saturday Night Wrist highlights its blend of genuine and familiar emotions. Vocalist Chino Moreno delivers signature heartfelt performances layered over distorted and electronic sounds reminiscent of their White Pony era. Several tracks stand out for their complexity and guest contributions. While innovative, the album may feel repetitive to non-fans, though it remains essential to their live repertoire.

Tracklist Lyrics Videos

01   Hole in the Earth (04:53)

Read lyrics

03   [untitled] (06:12)

04   Cherry Waves (04:54)

Read lyrics

05   [untitled] (05:32)

07   [untitled] (03:05)

08   Finger of Death (05:14)

09   [untitled] (05:11)

10   [untitled] (03:11)

11   Pink Cellphone (01:51)

12   [untitled] (04:23)

13   [untitled] (04:04)

14   [untitled] (02:30)

15   [untitled] (05:27)

Deftones

Deftones are an American alternative/experimental metal band formed in Sacramento in 1988. They are known for blending heavy riffs with atmospheric and shoegaze-influenced textures; core members referenced in the reviews include Chino Moreno, Stephen Carpenter, Abe Cunningham and Frank Delgado. Bassist Chi Cheng was in a coma after a 2008 accident and died in 2013; Sergio Vega played bass on subsequent releases.
30 Reviews

Other reviews

By Ginky

 One of the best tracks on the album.

 Surely this atrocity is the worst thing ever conceived by Chino and company.


By maz74

 MASTERPIECE!

 music to travel through the metropolitan night without a destination...


By thetrooper

 This time the change of direction is somewhat more pronounced than in the previous self-titled album.

 A work that is not very fast and driven but calmer, more thoughtful, and quite engaging, a must-buy for lovers of experimental rock and nu sounds.


By Ginoleo

 Delgado, the keyboardist, manages to create dreamlike atmospheres where Chino’s voice sings like a long lament, sometimes melancholic, other times angry.

 I feel like saying it’s better this way, S.N.W. lives with its own soul and in its thousand facets cannot undergo sorts of comparisons.