Taking a break from watching that surprisingly funny Netflix show Love to tell you kids that Deftones have a bevvy of upcoming shows (including a SXSW Spin showcase date avec CHVRCHES). I for one am stoked to hear more of GORE, despite Deftones own guitarist not seeming as keen on it in recent comments as the rest of the band. He probably was exaggerating his displeasure at the current direction however, since for the last 4 album press cycles or whatever Stephen Carpenter has been saying he loves Meshuggah in practically every interview.
What has always made Deftones great (and why I particularly love the S/T record best) is their variety but ability to also still deliver the heavy. As long as they don’t transform into Team Sleep (which would be odd since Deftones were in full swing first) there is room for Deftones to keep their experimental and pretty side flourishing.
Anyway, these dates are sure to feature a variety of tunes for fans of different eras. Dates below.
Deftones upcoming tour dates are as follows:
03/05 Costa Mesa, CA Musink Festival
03/16 Mission, TX Never Say Never Festival
03/18 Austin, TX SPIN Party at Stubb’s
03/19 San Antonio, TX Lonestar Events Center
03/20 Dallas, TX South Side Ballroom
03/22 Houston, TX Revention Music Center
03/24 Lubbock, TX Lonestar Pavilion
05/08 Concord, NC Carolina Rebellion
05/10 Memphis, TN Minglewood Hall*
05/11 Nashville, TN Ryman Auditorium*
05/13 Pompano Beach, FL Pompano Beach Amphitheatre*
05/14 Lake Buena Vista, FL House of Blues*
05/15 Atlanta, GA Shaky Knees Festival
05/17 St. Augustine, FL St. Augustine Amphitheatre*
The gnarliest punk album of the year just dropped. Love Is A Lie, Filth Is Eternal from Filth Is Eternal (formerly F'd and B'd) reminds us that there was a time when Seattle bands were considered dangerous, when Mudhoney might jump on your face and half the roster of Sub Pop didn't look like even Starbucks wasn't gentrified enough for their tepid, pale faced indie rock bullshit. Filth Is Eternal plays an explosive blend of go for the throat, not a moment wasted punk n' roll married to Sonic Youth flirting dissonance and with tones ugly enough to make Fudge Tunnel blush and The Bronx seem like Captain & Tennille. Fronted by an actual snarling wild animal over some of the best riffs and beats you have ever heard.
This record reminds me of a show I played in 1997 with my old band Fuse where I got wasted on unclean tapline Rolling Rocks and bottom shelf whiskey after getting a tattoo and ended up rolling on a country bar floor half nude and bleeding and smearing black grime and tattoo inky residue and blood everywhere, waking up the next day feeling kind of aroused and ready to fight literally anything but also half dead. Sirhan Sirhan is gonna get out of jail and be all stoked to enter polite society and this shit will play and it will retrigger a hypnotic trance and make dude go all Winter Soldier on some dudes.
If your band doesn't bang as hard as the ending of "The Dog", just quit now.
