New York hardcore skate punks release debut album and get compared to some pretty nifty heavyweight acts that have been the template for this sort of short burst, in your face, fuck you music for decades.

Twelve swift kicks to the groin area on the normal release with an extra six tracks on the deluxe edition but in total you get eighteen tracks clocking in at well under twenty nine minutes so short and sweet would be a pretty decent assessment of these East Coast reprobates.

The songs are about who they are and where they are from; there are no bullshit flowery descriptions, just straight down the line tales of their neighbourhood from 'Don't Tell Me What To Do' and 'Drug Myself Dumb' through to 'Sk8 All Day' and 'Cutting Class' - these boys are on the money and keeping it very real in 2011. Their sound is as tight as a Tory government's purse strings and a band in a rush to put their middle fingered point across. It's as fresh as this genre of music can be - they're not reinventing the wheel here just having a blast playing some zipped up punk rock hardcore and making a lovely din in the process. It's a tip of the trucker hat to the old school and a punch in the face to all the 'New Punk' bands coming out of the US of A who follow a formula of nice ditties made for radio or goofy tunes that will grab them a slice of the Green Day pie whilst Green Day are on vacation between albums and Broadway. Cerebral Ballzy might as well live on another planet to that because this is Bad Brains meets some Minor Threat - it's definitely in that skate park and even though it's almost over by the time you open up the lyric book and have a sniff round the packaging it's pretty damn enjoyable.

Even fans of very early Slayer will be down with these boys. If they don't spontaneously combust or implode then they might well carve out a decent following on the back of this chaotic, fast, loud but oh so beautiful racket! Also helping is the production by The Bronx's Joby J Ford because left alone to their own devices I wonder what this five piece would have done? Being described in some quarters as the new neanderthal punks is a badge I feel they'd be more than happy to wear. Long live neanderthal punk I say and all power to them.

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