Dogmatic

I’ve never been a huge fan of the Deftones. In fact, I found them a little on the over-rated side but having said that, they did stand out from the rest of the sickly irritating ‘Nu-Metal’ movement that spawned them. Apart from their blistering debut, they’ve released a slew of bloated, pretentious and misdirected follow-ups but for some reason or another, I would always take time to check them out nonetheless. As a live act, they are simply incredible. I saw them a while ago on a Cure tribute performance and they floored me with how good they sounded. So full of atmosphere, depth and genuine emotion. I said to myself, ‘now why can’t they be like that on their albums?’ Someone must have heard me because on the latest opus ‘Saturday Night Wrist’ - they have blown me away. This is a multi-layered, textured slab of music that gets better with each passing listen. Magnificently produced by one of the genuine supremos of the production world - Bob Ezrin (Alice Cooper, Pink Floyd, KISS) - the sounds on this album are vast. Emotive and cathartic. ‘Saturday Night Wrist’ is a sinister and moody fuck that becomes more memorable each time you venture through the tuneage on offer. An incredible listening experience that always gets my attention every time I fire it up on the iPod.