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Deftones show from Lincoln, Nebraska on July 1st, 2003
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The deftones played a great show in front of a pretty large arena
crowd in Lincoln. The opening band CodeSeven was nothing special, but
not as bad as some opening bands I have seen with other headlining bands.
The deftones came out at around 9:00 p.m. and started with Hexagram and Pins
& Needles. I came with a group of guys and those were definitely two songs we
wanted to hear from the new album. By the way the crowd exploded during these
first two songs, it sounded like we weren't alone with the hopes of hearing
these 2 songs. The show was very good, with a lot of songs played off the new
album. Highlights were Chino talking about the band members being "Saved by the
Bell" characters, hearing the song Llabia live for the first time, and the
encore song of Bloody Cape. Chino also had a large piece of spit land his mouth
from someone in the crowd, that he commented to the crowd by saying "that was the
grossest thing that has ever happened to me." I saw the large spit that landed his
mouth, and it looked nasty. I can't remember how the set list went, but these w
ere the songs that were played:
Adrenaline
One Weak
7 Words
Engine # 9
Around the Fur
My Own Summer
Llabia (a welcome surprise)
Around the Fur
Be Quiet and Drive
Head-up
White Pony
Feiticera
Digital Bath
Change
Self-Titled
Hexagram
Pins and Needles
Good Morning Beautiful
Battle Axe
Minerva
Bloody Cape (encore song)
T.J.
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Review by Josh Bashara
What can possibly be said about the Deftones that hasnít been said before?
You probably already knew the Sacramento, Calif.-based group is credited with being
the pioneers of todayís popular screamo sound and yesterdayís rap-metal style. You
might have even known the old-school quintet has been banging the heads of millions
for over a decade now. But did you know that after 10 years of touring, four impeccable
albums and dozens of festival sets, 30-year-old frontman Chino Moreno is still
performing his heart out just like he was back when you were in junior high?
Neither did I -- until last Tuesday at Lincolnís Pershing Auditorium, when I saw the
swept-away-in-the-moment singer leap from the stage and into the crowd, screaming and
screeching his soul away while dozens of hands flipped and flopped around him like
tentacles grasping for prey.
Itís the same energy and stage presence fans might have witnessed at the Ranch Bowl
during the bandís 1997 Around The Fur tour, when Moreno decided it would be more fun to
sing hanging from the ceiling rafters and drop straight into the mosh pit, mic still in
hand. He lives to sing for kids ó perhaps because he still sees himself as one. Heís a
press-shy, withdrawn superstar who still lets girls (the paramount inspirational tool
heís used over the years) cause him more pain than any career problem ever could.
Taking their merry (or moping, depending on how you look at it) time in between albums,
the bandís members released a fourth disc, the self-titled Deftones, last month. If you
missed the album review in The Gateway a couple weeks ago, Deftones has many fans wondering
if the group has just released its first quasi-concept album.
The latest self-titled release features 11 songs that cohesively bleed together, creating
one big virtual hour-long ballad of wispy fluctuations all across the emotional scoreboard.
The radio-friendly ìMinervaî will have you singing along with a bittersweet grin on your
face, while songs like the poisonous ìHexagramî and ìBloody Capeî might remind you of why
started listening to the Deftones back in high school, when chain wallets were a status symbol.
Overall, the album breathes life into the Deftones once again, proving that these
hardcore pioneers still ó thankfully ó havenít strayed far from the sound they invented
in the early ë90s. And as many fans saw last Tuesday, they havenít lost their vicious
stage presence either.
Rabid fans packed around the stage like sardines in a can to get as close as possible to
Moreno. Turnout definitely wasnít what it should have been, which might have had something
to do with Lincoln hosting the show instead of Omaha. Of those fans who did shell out $25
though, 75 percent of them didnít want to waste the experience in the stadium seats, opting
instead to jump around, flail from side to side, body surf and mosh.
The crowd erupted to fanatical status during the songs ì7 Wordsî and ìBe Quiet and Driveî
and reached its peak as Moreno and company pounded out an ultra-fast version of the already
painfully hard ìHeadupî from Around The Fur.
A great mix of old and new tunes, Morenoís unrivaled energy (despite a few extra years and
pounds heís packed on) and a hardcore sound that still rings true to this day as being the
ultimate in scream-centered melodic rock made this show one you should have seen for yourself
instead of reading about.
