Local Artist Begins “Diamond Eyes” Cover Series

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I love browsing social media and seeing what kind of bands and musicians are covering popular artists. There’s always a ton of talent just waiting to be found all over. Being the huge Deftones fan that I am, I recently received a submission from vocalist David Principe. We’ve connected on social media before, but this was my first time listening to any of his vocal covers. Needless to say, he’s pretty good at what he does – having covered songs from Deftones and Wovenwar, just to name a few. Check out his cover of “Diamond Eyes” below, and if you like what you hear, leave some feedback and subscribe to his channel.

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When Girls Telephone Boys: Ranking Every Deftones Album

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If you’re looking for consistent excellence in your bands, there’s very few I can think of who haven’t ever really put out anything even a little disappointing. Progressive death metal veterans Enslaved (13 albums in, and everything they’ve done is still solid at worst), alternative rockers Thrice and The Dear Hunter would probably fit here too – a combined almost 30 years experience between the two, and the least awesome thing either have done was Thrice’s debut full-length, Identity Crisis – which wasn’t even bad, really.

Speaking of Thrice, alternative metal veterans Deftones have much in common. They’re both from California, are well-respected both critically and commercially, and have added new elements to their sound over time – both bands are also considered massive influences on many of today’s current alternative rock, post-hardcore, and metalcore bands – how many vocalists are influenced by Chino Moreno in some way? The answer: many.

Their 8th studio album Gore is now out, and while the mixing is still a little off to me, it’s another great addition to their discography. It even went to #2 on the Billboard Top 200. But where do their 8 studio albums since 1995 rank as a whole? Find out below.

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