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04/28/16



 Deftones, Gore (Reprise Records)

The nu-metal ship began sinking 10 years ago, owing to all the mediocrity from bands like Papa Roach and Staind, to name just two. Doesn’t seem that long ago, but yeah, over-processed, gelded guitars and unimaginitive, solo-free metal tuneage has been passé for a dog’s age. While so many other bands slid off a cliff, a few plucky souls stayed interesting, like Korn and this Sacramento crew, whose reputation as an unsung doom machine has put them in a very enviable (and well-deserved) position. It didn’t come easy; lately, Deftones’ process is a constant tug-of-war between guitarist Stef Carpenter and singer Chino Moreno, childhood skateboarding buds who’ve been doing this thing for over 25 years now. And as usual, the argument that surrounds this new LP is whether or not it’s their best. You tell me: “Prayers/Triangles” blends Joy Division, Minus the Bear and Trail of Dead together in a street-wise midnight run; “Doomed User” offers percussive muddier-than-mud riffology; “Xenon” evokes a reborn Ozzy. Yup, it’s their best album, but which one isn’t? A+ 
— Eric W. Saeger
 
Jonathan Jackson + Enation, Blame-shifter (Hilasterion Records)
Thirty-ish female fans of TV’s General Hospital remember thrilling to the not-completely-awful acting skills of Jackson, who played Lucky Spencer, Luke and Laura’s legitimate/illegitimate/whatever son. He’s on the show Nashville nowadays, but I need to shut up about all that, because he’d rather we discuss his music in this music column, for whatever reason. This band, comprising Jackson, his brother Richard Lee and some buddy of theirs on bass, has done somewhere around eight releases, some of which are actually reissued comps of previous EPs, which is what this six-songer is. Although you’d have every reason to expect this stuff smacks of vanity blatherings made for and by hot people, this is actually OK, if a little dated in the direction of 1990s rock a la Janes Addiction and Soundgarden, which shouldn’t automatically elicit hate while we’re here. Jackson puts on his Mr. Screamy pants here and there, and he’s a bit too excited overall, but the songs are decent enough for what they are. They’ll perform at the Wang Theatre in Boston on May 6. B 
— Eric W. Saeger
 





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