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Deftones
Saturday
Night Wrist |
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Reviewed
by Nathaniel Shannon
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Review
- 3.0/5.0
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tracklist
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1.
Hole In The Earth
2. Rapture
3. Beware
4. Cherry Waves
5. Mein
6. U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,A,B,SELECT.START
7. Xerces
8. Rats!Rats!Rats!
9. Pink Cellphone
10. Combat
11. Kimdracula
12. Riviere |
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Well its 2006 and the Deftones are still
a band, and still hard at work trying to put something
new on the plate of every eagerly awaiting fan and causal
listener. Their latest effort "Saturday Night Wrist" clocks
in at just over 50 min with 12 musically diverse tracks.
Saturday
Night Wrist kicks off with the radio friendly "Hole
In the Earth". This track is fairly bland, however
does have a few catchy moments that I'm sure will gain
a fair amount of mainstream attention.
The bands love of 80s new wave is even more apparent on
this record than in their previous recordings, which is
a great incorporation, however several of the songs, in
particular, Pink Cellphone (which is also a TERRIBLE song
title) turns into a tirade of a girl talking about butt
fucking, and sounds more like Team Sleep (Chino's side
band) than the Deftones. I have always appreciated the
mellower Deftones jams, showing the diversity of their
song writing chops, but some of these songs are frankly
just boring and do nothing for me. The production on this
record is very crisp and work especially well for the crunchy
bass and drums, and soaring guitar lead lines. The song "Mein" reminds
me very much of FAR meets Depeche Mode, which is certainly
an interesting mix. I can see where the band is going with
the record, however, I feel as if there is a lot of filler
which tends to make me want to skip around from track to
track which I hate doing. "Rats!
Rats! Rats!" brings the lost energy back
with a heavy jam that features the incredibly venomous
screams Chino is well known for in their earlier work,
consequently after this track the rest of Saturday Night
Wrist just seems to slip and fall back into a lull that
never fully redeems itself.
All in all, this is a great record,
and better than their self titled joint, and certainly
more enjoyable than most mainstream music churned out by
the protools panic at the disco music factory, which I
believe is hidden somewhere in Orange County. However,
shame shame Deftones, you really could do better. Perhaps
more drugs and skateboarding to clear your head?
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