https://www.nme.com/reviews/album/deftones-private-music-album-review-3885520
Weve been waiting here patiently locked in this state, clocking our time, barks Deftones frontman Chino Moreno on Private Musics monolithic opener and lead single My Mind Is A Mountain. You said it, Chino. Its been a long five year wait since 2020s pummelling and emotional Ohms. In that time, the band have parted ways with bassist Sergio Vega, dallied with side-projects in the form of Morenos industrial synth outfit Crosses, and played some of the biggest shows of their career after unexpectedly becoming something of a viral TikTok sensation. That last one may raise an eyebrow, but it makes perfect sense.
Rather than just hang off the legacy of the immaculate classics Around The Fur and White Pony, the Sacramento art-metallers have spent the 21st Century boshing out banger after banger as arguably the most reliable band in rock. But thats not enough to get the kids on board with dudes in their fifties. Theres something in the genre-fluid way it all hangs together with Deftones Morenos soulful and (dare-we-say-it?) often sexy croon, the vividly profound lyrics, the flashes of hip-hop and trip-hop rhythms, perversely danceable drums, and the world-building density of the riffs. Metal is only a colour on the palette, and never the whole picture; ideal for these tribeless times as well as fortifying the band to go the distance.
This 10th album Private Music is a reunion with Nick Raskulinecz the producer behind their reinvigorating mid-career highs of 2010s Diamond Eyes and 2012s Koi No Yokan. Cutting to the core of Deftones, it feels like they really picked up where they left off. Locked Club has that Swerve City and Goon Squad LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO swagger as Moreno coolly sets the tone: Cruise out in style, well its safe, come stepping out proud from the gates. Ecdysis smashes a touch of Depeche Mode Violator synthy macabre with some Deftones doom visions of our end met by rivers rising, swollen streams dividing, before the chugging Sleigh Bells riffery of Infinite Source and sky-reaching mini epic of Souvenir find a centre until the feral cXz rips a hole in time with a circle pit.
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From the brilliantly Deftones-as-fuck Milk Of The Madonna, the possessed machine-gun delivery of Cut Hands and Metal Dream to the cinematic and escapist closer of Departing The Body, Private Music once again finds the band as masters of beauty and brutality rolling over the horizon in one stunning but powerful storm. Batten down those hatches, throw up those horns, and lean in close. Very much a whole journey through a full-bodied and expansive fever dream, but this time somehow spiritual, intimate and direct, Deftones 10th album is a gift for fans old, new, and certainly finding them in the very distant future. Their peers cant touch them.