Diesel 11
As you scream into the web of silence...
I think Balls to Picasso is probably the lowest point in Bruce’s solo discography simply because its highs don’t quite hit the highs of his other albums. It’s not as fun as TM or TOS, and he doesn’t sound as artful and in control as he does on the three records that succeeded this one. I’ll get the other major low out of the way really quick: I can’t tell if it’s his singing or the vocal mixing, but this is the nadir of Bruce’s voice. Something went wrong and while it’s bearable it’s also very noticeable and brings down excellent tracks like “Tears of the Dragon”. You can also hear this slightly in Skunkworks and The Final Frontier. It almost sounds too nasally but I don’t know if that’s just the singing or the mix.
Besides that though, all that stands in the way of this album is the somewhat spotty songwriting, which (aside from “Fire”, which is pure filler) actually makes it slightly more interesting (nothing on here is worse than “Lickin’ the Gun” which is his worst track — and I’d also throw “Zulu Lulu” in here if it wasn’t so damn catchy). The best thing about Balls is the vast amount of outtakes they’ve released from all three sessions and I think each and every bonus track is well worth hearing. It’s like a treasure chest of extras and I love it. What Balls lacks as an album it makes up for in spades as a time piece, with the main and bonus discs capturing an incredibly interesting moment in the Bruce Dickinson discography.
Besides that though, all that stands in the way of this album is the somewhat spotty songwriting, which (aside from “Fire”, which is pure filler) actually makes it slightly more interesting (nothing on here is worse than “Lickin’ the Gun” which is his worst track — and I’d also throw “Zulu Lulu” in here if it wasn’t so damn catchy). The best thing about Balls is the vast amount of outtakes they’ve released from all three sessions and I think each and every bonus track is well worth hearing. It’s like a treasure chest of extras and I love it. What Balls lacks as an album it makes up for in spades as a time piece, with the main and bonus discs capturing an incredibly interesting moment in the Bruce Dickinson discography.