Deftones, unlike me, get better with age homie. This is all the good parts of Saturday Night Wrists (which seemed a little misguided but still had solid trax) and then a touch on the past sound they had (not over the top though but the aggression is still there), it's as if they can't get old somehow they found the musical fountain of youth and they can keep crapping out records that don't suck ass. From the lush melodicism of Sex Tape or the crushing CMND/CTRL there isn't really a dull moment on this album, it's as if they wanted every song on here to be the best song on the album, the only track I can complain about is Rocketskates but only because the lyrics and the song title are fucking silly. So obviously you should pick this up, white vinyl is like good vinyl it makes you feel more pure when you play it (oh lordy my sins are washed clean!) so pick it up holmes and jam the fuck out.