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Cerebros Exprimidos Bonzomania

Released in 1991, four years into Cerebros Exprimidos' 10-year career, "Bonzomania" had the mission of reflecting the four piece's true creative momentum. "Más suicidios", their previous album, featured tracks that had been stored up for too long, which didn't really represent what the band was coming up with in the new decade. Until that moment, several demos, tracks scattered around compilations, a mini-LP, the aforementioned "Más suicidios" and an extensive live activity had already clearly confirmed that this turmoil of island isolation which came out of Majorca's tourist pigsty was the most genuine punk-rock gesture in 90s Spain, with La Perrera's permission.

The "Ritual" EP, a preview of the album, gave some clues featuring more elaborate arrangements than usual, a deeper sound, more variety and definition. "Bonzomania" became the band's most technically structured recording. Despite being a formally more ambitious work, Cerebros Exprimidos stayed loyal to their elemental genetic factor, which was "muthafukkin' unpretentious punk-rock" according to the band themselves. And that's what the grooves contained. Two covers (Germs and FU's) and eight original songs which theme-wise continued the war campaign the band had launched against social perversion since their beginnings. The world, they claimed, was a prison.

And as there is no escape from such vast jail, submitting the listener's mind to the Ludovico technique, an intensive session of nihilistic therapy and homicidal noise, seemed like a reasonable way out. Meteorites of speed-grunge such as the taciturn 'Sentirme bien', bulldozers like 'Experto en muerte' and 'Listos para sufrir', or deadly cells like 'Irresponsable' portrayed a more introspective and reflexive band, but still able, nevertheless, to sow chaos and destruction behind a playful alibi, a cannibalistic cocktail which cauterized their wounds in a bonfire of thoroughly controlled anarchy. The music on this album has no pretensions, that's true. It's an expression of relief and self-sufficiency, a gesture of annoyance, rejection and disgust straight from the guts. There are no hidden meanings or any artistic excuses.

Cerebros Exprimidos were what you can hear in "Bonzomania". Irritation. Energy. Attitude. A tornado that burst in without asking for anybody's permission. A swollen ulcer sprayed with teenage napalm, furious as a wounded wild boar. And it's still there, open and festering, swollen, hurting with the same intensity as almost 25 years ago.

Jaime Gonzalo