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#9 – Anderson Valley Imperial IPA and Smashing Pumpkins

25 Jul

Moar Anderson Valley, this time their Imperial IPA, and a track off the new Smashing Pumpkins album.

We agree that the Anderson Valley Impy IPA is really clear and really hoppy. REALLY clear. And sort of malty. Maybe.

The Smashing Pumpkins. What is there to say? They sound like a big baby who has somehow surrounded himself with very talented musicians despite spending all his time in a townhouse he had built inside his own ass. Oh, and make sure you listen to the end for an eyebrow-raising ISIS comparison.

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Anderson Valley Brother David’s Triple Abbey Style Ale

19 Jul

Anderson Valley Brother David’s Triple Abbey Style Ale from Episode 8.

#8 – Anderson Valley Trippel and Quiet Hounds

19 Jul

Here we are, episode number whatever of 1 beer 1 song. In this episode, we dissect the smells, flavors, and label of Anderson Valley Brother David’s Triple Abbey Style Ale. We also listen to I Get Up from Quiet Hounds. There are some funny moments herein.

When we started this project, we actually did a little bit of research on the beers we reviewed in each episode. Since then, our half-assed efforts have become more … eighth-assed, or something, and we’ve been doing more of our reporting based solely on what is on each beer’s label (I actually mention this at the 3:55 mark in this episode). Personally, I like this. Your average consumer, while standing in the beer aisle trying to decide what to buy, doesn’t have ratebeer.com or beeradvocate.com open doing research. That’s not to say craft beer enthusiasts don’t do their research, I’m just saying … you know what I’m saying. I like the idea of reviewing beers based on the marketing info provided by the brewer. So look for more of that.

Also, I mention in this episode that I was going to post a photo of what my son thought of our format. The sheet of paper I referenced has since disappeared. So, imagine a list, not unlike a band’s set list, that has been thoroughly and angrily molested by a Sharpie.