Some remixes aim to hype. Others aim to haunt. This one? It aims to rebuild.
The track in question is a reimagining of Digital Bath by Deftones — but I’ll be honest, I didn’t press play for Chino. I pressed play because Telefon Tel Aviv had their hands on it.
And what they delivered wasn’t just a remix — it was a resurrection through fog and texture.
What Happens When Elegance Meets Grit
Telefon Tel Aviv has always made music that feels like memory. There’s something so painfully clean in their sonic world — like touching glass that somehow still feels warm. That signature is all over this version of Digital Bath.
The guitars melt into the background like a faded photo. The drums slow down until they become heartbeat and breath. Chino’s voice is less frontman and more phantom — not leading the track, but floating inside it.
This remix strips Digital Bath of its nu-metal bones and replaces them with glass and gravity. It doesn’t just remix the song — it reframes it.
I’m Not a Deftones Diehard. But This… This Got Me.
I respect what Deftones did — I lived through the White Pony era, I watched the eyeliner bleed and the genres blur. But that was never my sound.
Telefon Tel Aviv, though? That’s my bloodstream.
So hearing them bend this track into their world — turning an alt-metal anthem into a slow-burn, synth-drenched ghost story — that’s what made me stop. Rewind. Replay. This wasn’t nostalgia. It was transformation.
When Telefon Tel Aviv Rewires Deftones: Digital Bath on Wax, in My Hands
There’s something surreal about holding a record that feels like it shouldn’t even exist.
That’s exactly what I’m doing in this video — holding the official vinyl release of Digital Bath (Telefon Tel Aviv remix). A remix that, for someone like me — a TTA fan first, Deftones listener second — hits on a whole other frequency.
Physical Media with Emotional Weight
I talk a lot about format — about how certain things feel different when they live on vinyl or tape or disc. And this one’s a perfect example.
This isn’t just streaming audio or YouTube ephemera. This is a pressed, packaged, physical piece of something that feels like it shouldn’t exist. A Telefon Tel Aviv remix of Deftones, on vinyl? It sounds like a bootleg dream. But it’s real. And I’m holding it in this clip.
It matters because it anchors the moment. Because something this emotionally fragile deserves to exist on something you can touch.
You can grab a copy of the Black Stallion remix LP here. It’s more than just a collectible — it’s a ghost pressed into wax.
Final Thought: Let It Play, Let It Fade
If you’re into collecting the kinds of releases that feel like artifacts — that shouldn’t exist but somehow do — this is one to track down. If you’re a fan of TTA, this isn’t a remix, it’s a lost track wearing someone else’s skin.
And if you’re just discovering this for the first time?
Play it late. Play it alone. Let it fill the silence.
Then let it disappear.
Want more overlooked vinyl, ambient remixes, and format-driven finds?
You know where to find me.
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