Crue and Brew
ALBUM: Motley Crue, Shout at the Devil, Elektra Records, 1983
Oh Motley Crue. My Boys. I know they were lumped into the “hair band” genre and yes, they were total ‘glam metal’. So what if maybe they look like they could be on Ru Paul’s Drag Race. I loved this band. Let’s call a spade a spade here – they weren’t Judas Priest or Alice Cooper but given the time period, they were on top of their game and they sounded good and appealed to the masses. Shout at the Devil, in my humble opinion, is Motley Crue’s best album. It is requisite listening for anyone who claims to like Crue. It’s also a very nostalgic album for me. I cannot tell you how many times, as a teenager, I listened to this cassette tape. Yes, cassette tape. They used to have cassette players in cars. And they used to be optional! You had to pay extra money for that luxury feature. Anyhow, at the time, I was dating my (now) husband. He had a big ass Crue poster in his basement bedroom – he was cool like that. He got me hooked on Crue. Once upon a time, gas was super cheap and we didn’t care about the environment so we used to cruise around in the Cutlass all night listening to music and ‘other things’. Yes, we really did that. For fun! When you’re from a town the size of Mayberry, broke as shit and have limited places to go, you go to the car. Down by the river, in strip mall parking lots. Didn’t matter as long as you could park and crank up the tunes. If my kids did that I’d probably beat their asses. I don’t know. Maybe not.
So Shout at the Devil was one of the first things my husband and I shared a mutual love for. And pot. And big hair. But this album connected us – I think that’s why we got married.
Fun fact: The original cover (the one I have) was later replaced with the Brady squares of the band members. Why? Because if you held it to a 45 degree angle you could see the big ass pentagram that was the on the cover. Apparently a lot of people had issues with the satanic symbolism. There’s also supposed to be backwards messages and shit like that but I think that was all hype.
In the Beginning good always overpowered the evils of all man’s sins….Come now children of the beast be strong….. And Shout at the Devil! My younger sister and I recite this, verbatim, every single time we hear it. Every. Time. And we don’t miss a beat. Actually, we did it this weekend while she was visiting. She DID miss a beat. She obviously doesn’t listen to this album religiously any longer. She’s a loser. While reciting this you have to add drama and flair – think facial expressions and hand motions. If you have a black cloak it really kicks it up a notch. My mom hated this song. She already thought I worshipped beelzebub on the daily because I had tarot cards and crystals. And DE (the hubs) owned a snake. Off topic: but he really owned a python (know what I’m sayin’ – haha!), no but seriously folks. He brought it over to our house one day and the woman flipped her shit. Like started screaming to get that devil thing out of her house and it was evil. She all but tried to exercise the thing! I’m pretty sure that’s where her heart trouble manifested. Sorry, mom. But I digress. She never cared what I listened to or read, unless it involved Satan. Go figure. In The Beginning led into Shout at The Devil. The guitar and drums in the beginning of this song just command you to listen to this. Satan doesn’t do it. The music does. Could it be….SATAN?! (Church lady reference for you old folk). He’ll be the love in your eyes, He’ll be the blood between your thighs and then he’ll have you cry for mo-whoa-whoa! Basically he’s telling us the devil is in everything. You can’t avoid it. If you’re having fun, you’re sinning. Repent. Looks that Kill is a really kick ass song but oh my God this video is horrendous. It really sucks ass, but it was 1983. Questionable decisions were made among all the hair spray fall out. Don’t believe me? Go watch it. Mick Mars wasn’t eye candy even as a young dude, but he sure can play the hell out of the guitar. Is he one of the best? Nope but he shines in this song. Bastard starts with a nice, awkward drum solo. This song is heavy and gritty and about killing some bastard! Out go the lights, in goes my knife, pull out his life, consider that bastard dead. I’m sure we all have considered homicide at some juncture, but it’s not a good idea, kids. Murder is never the answer. Peace is the answer. God Bless the Children of the Beast is a slow instrumental, composed by Mick Mars. I like the use of an acoustic and an electric guitar in this song. Only words are “God Bless the Children of the Beast” at the end. It goes directly into a hard hitting cover of the Beatles Helter Skelter. I personally love both versions of this song. Side note: Siouxsie and The Banshees do a badass, brutal version of this song but we’re talking Crue here. I don’t think the the instrumentals in this song are anything spectacular compared to the original version but I love Neil’s voice singing something Paul McCartney wrote. Red Hot is like one of those songs that you would listen to before going to a rumble, or a dance off if that’s your thing. It worked in Westside Story. This songs just gets you pumped up to kick some ass! Or Dance. Whatever your medium is. Hell, I even got pumped up about going to school when I’d listen to this song. Sick, I know. Too Young to Fall in Love holds all the feels for me. I know it’s not a ballad or a tender love song but man, I got so much shit from the adults in my life when I was a teenager – for what?? FOR BEING IN LOVE!! “Oh, you can’t be in love. You’re too young”. Dude, I couldn’t help it I fell in love with a long haired hood rat. So, yes, this song will always be a stand out for me. Showed you fuckers, didn’t I? 22 years of marital bliss! BAM!! Knock Em Dead Kid is a solid track on here. It’s kind of fluff, actually. It’s a good song but, you know, it isn’t supercalifragalistic. It just occurred to me – Man, there’s a lot of violence on this album. “A star spangled fight, heard a steel belted scream, Now I’m black, I’m black, I’m black, another sidewalks blood dream”. All these guys wanna do is have sex, fight, do drugs and fight. Ten Seconds to Love. This song is filthy. HAHAHA! I mean, seriously. It’s about blowing his wad basically. Sorry. There’s no delicate way to put that. “Ten seconds to love. Pull my trigger, my gun’s loaded with your love”. It doesn’t take much for you men folk does it? The album finishes with Danger. I think this song is a true showstopper on this album. It’s a little more melodic but it’s rough. The whole composition of this song, musically and lyrically, is stellar. You can disagree. But then that would mean you suck. Avoid sucking. Just agree with me. 
Listen to the album. OH and if
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This album is a forerunner for the genre and set the bar high for all the hair bands to follow. It had everything an album should at the time: good guitar riffs, solid drum work, great vocals. Sorry, Nikki, your bass kinda sucked ass. Teens loved it, parents hated it. Sex, violence, satanic vibes, controversy abound. It was the perfect cocktail of what we were looking for. All we wanted to do was tune out our elders and Shout At The Devil!
BEER: Lil Devil, AleSmith Brewing, San Diego, CA, 5.75% ABV, IBU: 24
Lil Devil is the perfect complement to Shout at the Devil. It’s an unfiltered, Belgian style pale ale. It’s a pretty golden color in the glass and smells earthy and sweet. Like a hippie might smell in liquid form. Now, I’m no Belgian pale ale connoisseur but this shit is pretty good. This is my second time having this beer. It has a slightly ‘spicy’ taste to it – maybe that’s the coriander. I’ve never eaten or licked coriander but if it tastes anything like the beer, I might have to start incorporating it into foodstuffs. I think I’ve used it before. No, that was cloves. Nevermind. So, it has some citrusy flavors incorporated with the spiciness that makes it really nice and welcoming. Can beer be welcoming? Hell yes! Come on in! It’s not hoppy to me, more malty. This beer is easy to drink but I think I could only stomach maybe three. It’s totally a low key 5.75% abv so not even close to being evil. If you order the fingerless gloves from the S.I.N. Club you’ll have the looks that kill and you’ll be set and ready to hold a glass of Lil Devil.
ass radio. And there were actually legit ‘crews’ like the New York City Breakers and The Rock Steady Crew. They would have BATTLES!! Like West Side Story hopped up on crank!! (I have now referenced Westside Story twice in one weekend!) DANCE BATTLES! Stay with me people. I know it’s a lot to envision but trust me, it’s worth learning about. So yeah, these crews would assemble then start throwin’ down their moves (which btw the main moves elements are toprock, downrock, power moves, and freezes. I know I might as well be tawkin’ greek right now), people would stand around and watch them and then kinda ‘vote’ on who was the most badasses of the lot. You catchin’ what I’m pitchin’? Awesome track suits would only accentuate your coolness. Here. I’ll bring you up to speed. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RprGj6mfQz0 – just watch it. I’ll save you a couple minutes – start at the 4:00 minute mark cuz that’s when shit goes down! Go ahead. I’ll wait. Okay, so now you know what breakin’ is all about. I highly recommend the movies Breakin’ and Beat Street to further your education. 
So, this. This album. You hit pay dirt with all the songs on this bad boy. And while no one in white suburbia actually could break dance, we DID skate to these songs. We’d spend every weekend roller skating at Harps or Castle Skateland (which is still in operation today). Almost every song that comes on I start yelling “OH MY GOD!! I LOVE THIS SONG!”. Yes, I’m fickle like that.
It’s a beer! It’s a dog! It’s CITRA DOG!! I really wish this was called Atomic Dog because I want to listen to Atomic Dog after listening to all this funky break dancin’ music. But Citra Dog is a pretty cool name too. And I love Thirsty Dog beers. And It’s from Ohio. And it has a dog on it. In fact, I’m pretty sure all their beers have dogs on the label. Beer and dogs. Man’s (and Woman’s) Best friends! So, Citra Dog. You open this up and you can smell the citrus. Actually I opened it up and pulled out a glass that my dishwasher ineffectively washed, so I had to re-wash it but I couldn’t find my Dawn so I used some passion fruit bullshit hand soap. I thought it was the beer that smelled that way. It wasn’t but the beer still smells super yummy citrusy! Like walking through a citrus fruit grove without the bees and the hot ass sun beating down on you. This beer is a fantastic IPA full of orange and mango and grapefruit and citra hops. The citrus is front and center but not overwhelming in your face. I’m digging the hell out of this beer. It is hoppy but for the most part a mild IPA. It’s nice and refreshing and I almost feel like I’m getting my daily intake of Vitamin C. Yay for vitamins! Vitamins give you energy so next time you throw on your track suit before breakin’, get hydrated with a Citra Dog.
This is the 6th studio album from John Denver. The title track Rocky Mountain High has some great guitar picking and the lyrics are just, pardon my french, fucking awesome. I’m sure snow wasn’t the only ‘powder’ where he was but whatever the case may be, he churned out some damn fine reflections in this song: He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below, he saw everything as far as you can see. And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun, and he lost a friend, but kept the memory. Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the streams, seeking grace in every step he takes. His sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake. Sorry, that was a long ass verse, but look at the words and tell me you can’t imagine being there! Mother Nature’s Son is a Beatles cover, which he does well and is a little punchier, but it’s not as good as the Beatles. JD could have easily written this song, but he didn’t. Paradise is another cover song originally performed by John Prine. God, I should do a review on John Prine! Sorry. So this song is about the devastating impact of strip mining for coal Then the coal company came with the world’s largest shovel And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land. Thanks Mr. Peabody for forking everything up down by Green River! Way to go asshole! For Baby (For Bobbie) is a lovely, romantic song he wrote for some chick named Bobbie. Darcy Farrow was originally recorded by Ian & Sylvia (I had to see who who Ian & Sylvia) and has been covered by over 300 artists. John Denver made it famous. Josh Ritter does a helluva version of this song. It’s about a beautiful, young woman who’s in love and ends tragically. She’s bucked of her horsey. *Sniff*
I should have done some Coors or some shit like that but naaaah. I do have a beautiful Avery Brewing Raspberry sour (which is from Colorado so that counts). I don’t like raspberry and the only reason I got this beer was because it was recommended to me. I’ll give it a shot though. The bottle is pretty. It pours a very dark brownish-red. This says it’s aged in oak barrels. Ok, so you can most definitely smell the raspberries. First sip….OMG. Wow. That is freaking tart. Like face twisting tart. The tartness isn’t the raspberries. It’s just like… a sweet tart, tart. The raspberries seem like an afterthought. I want to like this. It’s almost like champagne except it’s super ass tart. It isn’t bad per se, because it could have nice flavors but the tartness is so overwhelming to me. This is about the third or fourth sour I’ve had, and this has got to be an acquired taste. One that I’ve yet to acquire. If you like the hard ciders or say warheads or sour punch straws this might be your thing. (My daughter took a video of me trying it. I’ll try to post it so you can witness the tartness for yourself). I think I’ll stick with Ellie’s Brown Ale or White Rascal. Cheers!
This album came out in 2003 but it has such a 70’s/80’s throwback feel to it. When this album was released, rock and roll was taking itself waaaay too seriously. I think that is what appeals to me with The Darkness and bands like them. The theatrics. The imagery. The legit guitar work and great lyrics. There’s no heartbreaking shit on this album. Sure, it’s laden with overzealous singing and there are some power ballads, but it’s fun. The songs are catchy, riff laden and campy.
Birds chirping, buds on the trees (not that kind of bud), warm breezes and a blue label with a one petaled daisy! The sure fire signs of spring! Bell’s seasonal, Smitten is a Golden Rye IPA that tastes like a bottle of happy birds in the springtime. Yes, it really does. I should know, I’ve bottled happy birds and it tastes just like this. This is a Rye IPA – what does that mean? It means it has rye malt. What does that mean? It means it’s delicious, man! Anything rye is delicious – bread, whiskey, The Catcher in the…, and most of all beer. It’s so smooth and not bitter like you would think a rye ale would be. Maybe you wouldn’t think that, but I thought that. Taken from one of Bell’s oldest recipes, Smitten is citrusy with floral hints – no that doesn’t mean it tastes like a daisy. It’s from the hops and just kind of “earthy”. Scene: You’re stuck in fluorescent hell all day. It’s a perfect 68 degrees outside. You look longingly out the window. Quittin’ time rolls around, you boogie your ass on home, throw open the windows and crack one of these open and take your dogs out on the porch to drink a Smitten. That’s what kind of beer this is. It’s easy drinking with a 6% ABV (sorry, couldn’t find anything on the IBUs). I’m not aware of any other Golden Rye IPA’s so kudos to Bell’s for being progressive! You know what? I’m going to have another one and listen to The Darkness because I am definitely Smitten.
Purple Rain. Purple. Fucking. Rain. My God, this album. Sex on vinyl! That’s what it is. It’s like Prince poured all his genetic funk into the grooves of this album. I’m actually laughing right now because 5 minutes ago I was walking across my living room trying to emulate the walking, swinging arm thingy they do in the When Doves Cry video. Oh, KNOW that I had a dance made up to every single ever loving song on this album. In fact, I did a not so stellar version of I WOULD DIE 4 YOU at Vinyl Pint night last Sunday. No one joined in. I had moves. I spent an entire summer choreographing my dances so I could be in a Prince video. If you’re gonna dream, dream big. Oh sure, I was already listening to For You, Controversy and Dirty Mind. But the summer of ’84 I fell in love with Purple Rain. I fell in lust with that sexy, little black man wearing high heels, purple suits and ruffles. There is no man, or woman who has that kind of eyeliner game. Not long after, I would compulsively watch the movie and repeat it line for line to anyone who would listen. It didn’t matter if I didn’t get the gist of everything being said. Or that Prince was humping the stage at one point. I just knew I loved everything about this movie and this album. There isn’t a bad song on here. I challenge you to find one – if you are even thinking about it, I will hunt you down like the dog you are and make you rue the day you ever questioned anything on this soundtrack. That’s what I thought.
There’s no correlation between this beer choice and Prince. Except they’re both black and sexy. HAHA! Yes, beer can be sexy. This one is. I haven’t reviewed a stout yet, and it’s high time I did. Old Rasputin is produced in the tradition of 18th century English brewers who supplied the court of Catherine the Great (sayeth North Coast). Old Rasputin – Charlatan? Healer? Madman? Who knows. All I know is that North Coast hit the beer lottery with this one. This shit it great! It’s all a stout should be – head for days, coffee and chocolate flavors that make my tongue want to slap my brain. It’s smoother than Telly Savalas’s head. Roasted malty yumminess. The alcohol taste isn’t as easy to detect because of the rich flavors. It’s so easy to drink but with a 9% abv you betta check yo’ self! This beer is an excellent example of a Russian Imperial Stout. Much like Rasputin, this beer is dark, kind of sinister and oh so magical! This beer has almost a cult-like following. I think I may become a follower. Poison me. Shoot me. Beat me. Drown me. You can have this beer when you pry it from my cold dead hands. Drowning might do it. I have a better idea. Let’s just share.
Ziggy Stardust…Is he man? Is alien? Is he gay!? No, bitches. He’s your androgynous, bisexual savior. Ziggy Stardust is Bowie’s 5th studio album. A total concept album, it tells a story of and alien messenger, Ziggy Stardust, who brings the lousy assholes of earth (who’ve basically destroyed everything) messages of love and peace, even though he’s getting it on with anyone and everyone while being blown out of his mind. It doesn’t matter; that stuff is totally kosher with aliens. Anyhow, basically he starts believing that he’s this prophet dude and he’s fueled by his fans (disciples) but ultimately, they destroy him for their own consumption. It’s actually a really fucking stellar story. (I do the homework so you don’t have to but I highly suggest you read about it).
“It Ain’t Easy” is actually a cover song; Three Dog Night did it a couple years prior. To me, even though it wasn’t originally written for this album, it just flows with the theme. It ain’t easy for the human race, let alone an alien. Ziggy has the weight of the world on his shoulders with the message he’s bringing and it ain’t easy, it ain’t easy, It ain’t easy to get to heaven when you’re going down. I love this song. It’s so jammy and bluesy and just groovy. You should go listen to it right now. “Lady Stardust” starts off with low-lit, seedy bar piano sound. It’s kind of slow and melodic. I’ve read this song was about Marc Bolan (T.Rex fame) and originally titled “Song for Marc” so you be the judge. (People stared at the makeup on his face, laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace). Bonus, just for you: Bowie added the softly spoken words “Get some pussy now” at the end of the song but I’ll be damned if I can hear it. “Star” is a peppy number with Ronson beating on the piano like he’s Elton John. Sounds to me like Bowie/Ziggy’s just convinced that he could help out the world better just by being a rock n roll star. You go do your politicizing, people, I’ll stay here and rock. “Hang on to Yourself” starts out with a great punky, rock and roll-y sounding guitar – I swear if the Ramones didn’t rip off these chords, I’ll walk naked down Main Street. This song is just downright diiiiirty….not X-Tina Dirrty; Space Age Dirty. We can’t dance, we don’t talk much, We just ball and play, But then we move like tigers on vaseline. Yep, that about sums that one up. Alien Porn 101. “Ziggy Stardust” is where he’s really starting to realize this gig wasn’t all he thought it was going to be and shit. Here you are man, up on the stage, using your alien sex to lure in all the boys and girls and shit is starting to backfire. He’s so caught up in himself that he can no longer see the vision he once had and the salvation he thought he could give the people. Can you say EGOMANIAC? Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind, Like a leper messiah, When the kids had killed the man, I had to break up the band. Stuff don’t always work out how we want it to. Yeah, so, “Suffragette City“. Hehehe. Up until very recently (like 2 hours ago) I was absolutely convinced that this song was about Women’s suffrage. Shit you not. I thought he was singing about suffragettes. I’ve never taken the time to dissect the lyrics. Let’s just say it is most definitely not about women’s suffrage. LOL!
Well since we are talking about saviors and rocks stars….yes, I know I already reviewed a Dark Horse beer recently but it’s Crazy Jesus Rock Star. This is a collab beer with Dark Horse and Chef Cleetus Friedman of Chicago’s Fountainhead. I don’t know who that is but his name is Cleetus so he’s got to be a badass. I’ve already had a couple beers going into this. As soon as you pour this beer you can smell the chamomile. And it’s chunky as all fuck all. Chunky as in there are pieces of fruit(?) in this beer. It almost looks like something your Aunt Edna would bring in a jello mold when someone dies. Like, I think I could get on board with this though because with the fruity chunks I’d have a balanced diet. Oddly, you can’t feel the bits in your mouth. It’s very light, and totally drinkable. It’s an odd combo. Whodda thunk apricots and chamomile in a beer? Guess they did. I’ll leave that shit to the pros. Anyhow, you get a hint of chamomile at first taste but it finishes with a really pleasant apricot taste. Okay I dig this beer. Fuck yeah Scary Jesus Rock Star! This would be a great summer beer. It’s got an almost subtle honey taste which works really well with the malt. I could be wrong but I don’t like to be wrong so we’ll go with me pretending to know what I’m talking about. So, overall this is a great beer! A solid 6.5% abv, nice flavor combo, albeit odd, kickass artwork. And I love collaborations – there is no “I” in Team but there is an “E” – two of them in BEER.
ALBUM: Solid Gold Hits, Beastie Boys, Capitol Records, 2005
I went with a New York beer, cuz you know, Beastie Boys. Plus that, I love Ommegang beer – AND it’s in Cooperstown! Baseball City – Opening Day is coming up soon! Gnomegang is a beautiful, blonde ale. When you pour it you can smell the sweetness of the cloves in the beer. It has a soapy looking head. Looks like you didn’t clean all the Dawn out of your glass. There’s clearly sediment so don’t freak out – you’re beer isn’t going to be “chewy”. It’s supposed to be there. Let’s be open minded about this. The first time I tried this beer I wasn’t a fan. But now, I love it. It’s a big, fat beer at 9.5 % ABV but the alcohol is undermined by the sweetness so I can totally do this beer. Blonde ales usually are too light for me; not this one. Hello big fat Blonde!! I like to think little gnomes snuck in to Ommegang while everyone was asleep and took over cuz we all know gnomes love beer and know how to brew some shit. So they took over and added all the little gnomey bits that make this beer excellent. Maybe it’s gnome poop. I don’t care. It’s great! So go to sleep and maybe the little Gnomegang gnomes will whip up another batch for you to try.
I’m going to preface this by saying I am not really a big fan of the Beach Boys. Yeah, I know. It’s practically un-American. I’m reviewing this album because (1) It is coming up on it’s 50 year anniversary! and (2) my man and my girl love this album and ARE fans of the Golden Group. That’s dedication. (Confession: we own two copies of this on vinyl). Look, I get the draw, especially when you’re from the landlocked mid west – California dreaming and surfin’ and all that happy shit. I GET IT. While I can appreciate the groups music, I’ve just never been drawn into the whole fun in the sun surfing shtick. Brian Wilson pretty much single-handedly wrote this album and produced it bringing in the other guys basically for backing vocals. I can totally appreciate this album on an artistic level. This is a concept album and at the time he used some really unconventional shit on the album. Utilizing some random oddball stuff for sound effects like train whistles, barking dogs and coke cans. This guy had reached a pinnacle in his career (dude was only 23) where he was burnt out on touring and felt like he really needed to concentrate on his writing. He said, “Go on guys. Go tour without me so I can make this bitchin’ album” or something along those lines. He started using some trippy ass drugs and really got into composing. Guy was obviously growing up and in some dark places. He was really diggin’ on some Beatles Rubber Soul at the time and wanted to make a really kick ass record (note to self Brian: sorry, but this album ain’t no Rubber Soul). While some have labeled this as one of the ‘greatest albums ever made’, Rolling Stone has it listed as #2 on the top 100 Greatest Albums of All Time – OF ALL TIME. That’s just pushing the envelope a little too far for me. I’m gonna flat out tell ya that I listened to this album probably 15 times trying to do this review. I like maybe 3 songs on this album; like legit like them. To me this album is too slow and melodic. Branded as “psychedelic”, I am not feeling the trippy psych vibe. The only psychedelic thing about this album is Brian Wilson being fucked up on Benzedrine and acid and hearing voices in his head while writing lyrics. I really want to like this album. I feel like I SHOULD. Musically, it branches off so far from the ‘good vibrations’ of what the Beach Boys had previously done: it’s creative, experimental and lyrically, it’s fantastic. Composition wise, this album is just phenomenal. So why don’t I like it? “God Only Knows” (see what I did there??)
With this album, I needed a beer that screamed SUMMER!! What screams summer more than watermelon? Nuttin’. So Watermelon Dorado it is! This beer is available all year long so it was pretty easy to find. Pouring the beer, I could definitely smells whiffs of watermelon, which let me say this, I have had bad experiences with watermelon infused beer *shudder*. But I’m a trooper and always like to give things a fair shake. It’s a pretty, golden copper color – no hints of pink, thank you. My first sip and woo. I just really don’t know what to think. It’s like nothing I’ve had. I wouldn’t say the watermelon is in your face but I can taste it and it tastes “mediciney” – like some shit they put in kids cough syrup to try to trick them into thinking it’s good. I don’t like trickery. It has a pretty bitter finish. I don’t think I like it. It’s a weird combination with the dorado, I think. Let me have a few more drinks. BRB. Okay, I’ve almost finished it and maybe it’s not that bad. It might be growing on me. Or I could very well be getting drunk since it’s a hefty 10% ABV. It doesn’t have that strong boozy taste, which is surprising. I haven’t eaten yet, so this could be a good thing. It’s not bad. I did buy a 6 pack so now I’m going to have to drink them. If you like a weirdish watermelon bitterness to your beer, check it out. Or maybe you should just buy a regular Dorado and pour that in half a watermelon; the results would probably be better. Sorry Ballast Point, this isn’t one of my faves. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go wash this taste out of my mouth with a Ballast Point Fathom.
out Buster Poindexter in drag. Yep, Johansen later became the uber-shitty Buster Poindexter – oh how the 80s spawneds some bad, bad decisions. How do you go from being the frontman of New York Dolls to Buster Poindexter? I’ll leave that here and let that sink in….
BEER: Identity Crisis, American Porter, Madtree Brewing, Cincinnati, Ohio – 6.9% ABV
DRUNKEN VINYL 