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?
One of the best tracks on the album.
Surely this atrocity is the worst thing ever conceived by Chino and company.
MASTERPIECE!
music to travel through the metropolitan night without a destination...
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.
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.