Thankfully, at only twenty minutes long, prolonged torture is spared. I think I'm being a little harsh though. In the end, the production is good and throughout, the instrumentation sounds decent. Where this album falls short in in the ideas behind the music, as opposed to the technical execution of sound. 'On The Run' opens the album with a tired dig at the police, but seems to talk of running away. It's not about being charged for something you didn't do, but rather about getting annoyed with them chasing you. It doesn't work logically for me, which doesn't help much at all. 'Office Rocker' then comes in, with lyrics hardly understandable at all. The beginning to 'Don't Tell Me What To Do' works better in that respect, but suddenly descends into incomprehensible madness. 'Drug Myself Dumb' has great drum beats and a melody at the start, and 'Puke Song' has a lot of f***king and screaming. Variety-wise, a few different rhythms are squeezed into these twenty minutes, but I'm just trying to squeeze out something good to say about 'Cerebral Ballzy'. The deep and angry 'Don't Look My Way' sounds the same as 'Sk8 All Day', which sounds the same as the last two tracks. This really isn't good. I'm sure they're better live, but as for recording an album, I think I'm going to avoid listening to this again. Or their next release.
The technical side to the music here isn't bad at all, but it needs to be backed up with motives. Without a reason behind the anger, said anger seems pointless, arrogant and self-indulgent. Lyrically, there are little rebellious annoyances, but no real statements to give the record purpose. Without purpose, an album, whatever genre that might be, doesn't mean anything to anyone. A pop record aims to calm. A dance record aims to stimulate. A punk record aims to provoke rebellion, but the only thing 'Cerebral Ballzy' succeeds in is in provoking a headache. I would avoid Cerebral Ballzys eponymous debut.
'On The Run'