Cerebral Ballzy are currently touring their way across America, destroying every squat, basement, and all-ages club they can find. This might be the worst managed tour ever, with 10-15 hour drives between every show, but for these kids, it plays out as the best summer holiday ever.
Cerebral Ballzy are currently touring their way across America, destroying every squat, basement, and all-ages club they can find. This might be the worst managed tour ever, with 10-15 hour drives between every show, but for these kids, it plays out as the best summer holiday ever. They join the Warped Tour in Jersey next week, but just spent a week in L.A. recording their debut album at the Big Game Lodge with Joby from The Bronx, who just produced the new Trash Talk record. There is a ridiculous bidding war jumping off in the U.K. and U.S., but we can tell you right now: The record is FUCKING EPIC!
This is their van. Mel (bass, A.K.A. Pugs) worked at Red Lobster for two years to buy this beauty. It’s a 2005 Ford E350. It’s done about 9,000 miles in the first three weeks of this tour.
“Hey guys, look! The ocean!”
Honor Titus (vocals): “Zzzzz!”
Instead, the band need to stop every four or five hours to skate anything resembling concrete.
Slumber party massacre in Seattle.
When we got to L.A. the band were getting homesick for N.Y. so we all went to see Sex and the City 2, but were disappointed when they found out the movie is actually set in Abu Dhabi. So we saw The A-Team instead.
Crazy Abe’s (drums, A.K.A. Baby Gap) new haircut. After The A-Team the band got wasted and this happened.
Mason (guitar) is a huge fan of The Da Vinci Code, so we had to visit Brian Grazer’s star in Hollywood. I wish I could have that hour of my life back.
Recording background vocals in the toilet: “(Cerebral) BALLZY, (Cerebral) BALLZY!”
This is what it sounds like in the next room: “OK, one more time from the top.” What a pro!
Mason & Jason (guitars) listening to playbacks. These guys are so in sync when they play that they form “Station,” an alien that is able to split itself into two smaller versions of itself. Ballzy are into all kinds of weird sci-fi shit and are convinced aliens are taking over the Brooklyn Navy Yards. They also smoke loads of weed, which I’m trying to curb. At one point during the sessions, “Station” ran out of weed and couldn’t handle being sober, so they started spinning in circles. It took me a minute to realize that being sober and dizzy was better than being sober. Celebrity rehab, anyone?
Crazy Abe didn’t mind missing the ocean because there was a photo of the ocean on the studio wall. Fun fact: If Abe could date any celebrity, it would be Eva Mendes or Ellen Page.
Honor writing lyrics/checking Facebook.
For the song “Skate All Day,” Joby mic’d up the parking lot to record the band skating during the song’s breakdown. It was awesome.
And for “Puke Song,” we mic’d up the toilet to record Honor puking. That was awesome too.
Honor getting ready to leave L.A. We were taken out to lunch and dinner by four different labels; the restaurants ranged from Dr. Hogely Wogleys (seriously?) to the Hollywood Roosevelt. At one meeting they asked if the band would consider changing their name. Honor replied, “Sure, we were thinking of calling the band ‘I’m Going To Shit In Your Mom’s Vagina’ but it didn’t look good on a T-shirt.” Wow. Is this kid perfect?
Check out the rest of the band’s tour dates here: MySpace.com/CerebralBallzy