Exquisite amber-glowed ‘2011 Odd Year Release’ bakes almond-pasted marzipan, chestnut, and butterscotch sweetness into juicy peach-canteloupe-melon-banana tropicalia. Floral tangerine-orange tang stays beneath spice-hopped bittering. Chewy caramel malting thickens viscosity and warming 12% alcohol volume never interferes with rich flavor profile. But Belgian yeast influence seems suspect.
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DICK’S INDIAN PALE ALE
YARDS BRAWLER PUGILIST-STYLE ALE
A soft-tongued, dry-toned, bronze-bodied, English dark mild ale. Feisty-named Brawler Pugilist brings brown-sugared, raisin-greened, port-sauced plum-fig-apricot illusions to coffee-iced chocolate nibs duskiness, picking up ashen nuttiness as well as chamomile tea herbage along the way. It’s claim as a pugilist styled ale may be a bit overstated for such a calming moderation. Perhaps, it’s only supposed to be a welterweight boxer they’re trying to emulate.
BOULDER KINDA BLUE BLUEBERRY WHEAT BEER
Taking its gloomy moniker and blueberry-horned label from free Jazz legend Miles Davis’ highly regarded Kinda Blue album, this fruited ale’s just not worthy of the exalted stature pertained to. Muted blueberry tartness stays subdued while the honeyed wheat spine gets frail, making an inappropriate impression for the moderate straw-hazed dry body. Mild grassy-hopped citrus subsidy mellows to lemon-limed juniper bittering as cake-like cereal-grained pale malting undone by fizzy carbolic astringency. A bland summery session beer for unenlightened lawn mowers.
GREAT LAKES ERIE MONSTER IMPERIAL I.P.A.
Beguiling pink grapefruit-sugared entry provides unrivaled India Pale Ale flavoring. Instead of loading standard citric-peeled bittering and resinous pine sapping to upscale Imperial styling, abundant grapefruit-juiced pineapple, mango, tangerine, and blood orange tang advances brisk honey-sweetened tropicalia over veiled wood-dried orange rind bitterness. Mild herbal tease and a pinch of clove found at backend of delightful candy-malted ripe-fruited turnabout.
(MELANIE) BEER 30 LIGHT PREMIUM
Nasty Midwest muck brewed in Wisconsin for Indiana company sponsored by Ohio syndicate. Generic-named, purple-canned light lager starts desolate and watery, then turns ugly quick. Disturbing sourly skunked malt pungency, rotted vegetable continuance, and miring malt-liquored corn oiling not worse than cat-pissed ginger ale putridity. Chalky aspirin-like solvency beckons. As The Jam once sang, ‘the bitterest pill is mine today.’ At $11 a 30-pack it’s still not a bargain. Just awful.
(DICK’S) BOTTLEWORKS INDIA PALE ALE
Glutinous juicy-fruited Imperial IPA works creamy caramel malting, honeyed spruce and floral fragrances into tropical apricot-nectar-pineapple-pear tang as pine-sapped grapefruit-peeled bittering ascends. Gooey pastry-like almond pasting deepens sugared fructose sweetness. Lemon-candied orange, tangerine and clementine illusions vie for backspace. Not as imposingly hop sharpened as bitterer stylistic rivals. Originally brewed by nearby Washington-based La Conner Brewery.
STONE IMPERIAL RUSSIAN STOUT – 2011
Reliable ‘2011 Classic Release’ (in embossed blue bottle) maintains balanced blend of ashen maple-sapped Blackstrap molasses intensity, efficient vanilla-cocoa bean glaze, lactic smoked chocolate expectancy, and latent hop-charred coffee roasting. Sticky anise and black currant bittering drifts through mocha-bound finish.
(ANHEUSER-BUSCH) SHOCK-TOP RASPBERRY WHEAT
Decent summer-fruited malt beverage posing as Belgian-styled witbier brings up-front raspberry-seeded rasp to coriander-spiced honeyed wheat spine. Candied soda-like red grape, watermelon, cherry, and peach subsidy underscores durable raspberry puree lacquering, becoming slightly cloy. A ‘sunsational’ summer shandy.
CAPTAIN LAWRENCE BIRRA DE CICCO LIMONE LUPPOLO
AWOLNATION SERENADE MASSES WITH ‘MEGALITHIC SYMPHONY’
It’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock and roll
High Voltage- AC/DC
The above adage rings true for many aspiring musicians. And the glorified metal stallions from Australia that coined it ought to know since it took ‘em six years, several albums, and the death of their original lead singer to finally breakout.
The same axiom holds true for AWOLNATION brainchild, Aaron Bruno, whose choppy path to aboveground approval has taken many perplexingly twisted turns. Stranger still, the rugged journey towards the summit was propelled by a sentimental ballad Bruno almost didn’t include on Megalithic Symphony, a dazzlingly Industrial-strengthened, synth-rocked, electro-pop commencement Prodigy’s Liam Howlett would be proud to laud.
Though Bruno calls it “the ultimate surf session without sounding like Spicoli,” no one will accuse the musically-inclined Los Angeles-bred surf rider of directly emulating the Beach Boys multi-harmonies or Dick Dale’s tremolo guitar vibrato or being a slacker stoner like the fictional Fast Times At Ridgemont High character referenced.
Instead, Megalithic Symphony is a thrillingly bombastic super-sized orchestral epic constructed by a motivated bohemian spirit who’d already experienced several major ups and downs whilst discovering his true muse through the Fab Four.
“I was in a punk band, the Ice Monkeys, in sixth grade, then joined a straightedge hardcore band during high school with the same two guys, who were soul mates,” Bruno shares. “A few local bands got signed in the early 2000’s when majors still had money. I knew I could sing falsetto melodies and did so. We got a deal, went on Warped Tour with no money, and played the Tiki tent thanks to a friend of our drummer. We used a stolen credit card for gas.”
Those were desperate times calling for desperate measures, but the persistence paid off and Bruno’s formative trio, Hometown Hero, received a modicum of support, receiving local airplay at major-marketed L.A. station, K-ROCK. But just as things were getting off the ground, the new kids on the block hit an inconvenient snag.
“We were young, cocky, and ignorant, too big for our britches. I had head-butting issues with the label. They wanted me to make a video with a director I didn’t want to work with because I thought it’d be cheesy. So they pulled support for the record and it was my first huge letdown,” Bruno retrospectively admits.
With his fantasy dream crushed, Bruno fought an uphill battle to “get out of a fiery pit.” He took it as a learning experience and continued to grow as a songwriter. Hometown Hero had fell apart, but those challenging times only made him stronger to reach the next horizon. Thinking he was too cool for school, it took him awhile to open his mind and finally give serious listens to his parents’ favorite band, an old mainstay known forever as the Beatles. In short time, their illuminating melodies swayed him. Also around this time, he was more willing to intently explore keyboard music, adding Fender Rhodes, clavinet and miscellaneous textural abstractions to increasingly captivating compositions showing off his “Prince, Michael Jackson, and Bee Gees side.”
With a record deal now in place for the newly coined foursome, Under The Influence Of Giants, Bruno got a chance to once again thrive. But concerns about the band being “too indie for pop and too pop for indie” proved critical.
“We were in purgatory. But MTV played a video. It was a flash in the pan,” Bruno recalls. “We couldn’t get major airplay, which was frustrating. We’re #1 in Grand Rapids, but no L.A. support. Under the Influence’s first record, Bitch City, went unreleased, but a self-titled release appeared in ’06 on Island Records. It was credible, uplifting pop.”
When the band dissolved, Bruno was devastated and hit rock bottom. Luckily, he felt there was nowhere to go but up so he tried the “solo thing.” Though scared to venture down that long hard road, he felt he had no choice. Dead broke in the rut and afraid to borrow money he could never pay back, the much-maligned minstrel hit a crossroad. Living with a friend at a Beverly Hills shack with no air conditioning, cable, or kitchen, he was once again inspired to uncompromisingly delve into artistic expression.
“I had to answer to the man in the mirror,” he explains. “It’s exciting being single. Possibilities are endless. I’d write pop songs for a couple hundred dollars three times a month – barely enough cash to get gas and drive around. Those throwaway songs exorcised demons.”
Though these tracks don’t show up on Megalithic Symphony, an Austin, Texas discjockey at KROX gave the most unlikeliest AWOLNATION tune a few spins and it blew up, providing a weirdly esoteric lead-in.
Catapulted by flatulent synthesized strings and assembled in only a few hours, sympathetic soulful ballad, “Sail,” launched Bruno’s latest undertaking and landed AWOLNATION on Billboard’s alternative charts.
Yet closer to AWOLNATION’s usual fare are several upbeat numbers reliant on altruistic stylish reference points from contemporary techno-rock progenitors, Prodigy, to ‘80s new wave synth-pop titans Thomas Dolby and Howard Jones.
“People can’t put their finger on it, but to say it’s comparable to Ministry blows my mind,” Bruno lets on. “There’s an element of programmed drum syncopation and hard synths, but it’s so much more organic than Ministry ever tried to be.”
And he’s not afraid to get a little edgy on a few demanding cuts. On unifying celebratory rave-up, “People,” Bruno proclaims ‘we were born to rage.’ During urgently demonstrative rallying cry, “Burn It Down,” he’s knee deep in a shit-stormed blitzkrieg that recalls Frankie Goes To Hollywood’s flamboyant opulence at times. For “Kill Your Heroes,” society’s stupidity to super-size talented individuals comes to the fore.
“At the end of the day, I’ve always been a very extreme person doing his best to find real art. And the pent-up frustration of finding that comes through on the record. It’s hard to rise up and get a piece of the pie. There’s a lot of madness in the world. “People” reflects the fact you grow up thinking everything’s black and white only to find it’s blue, gray, and all these other colors,” he says.
Glossy suite-like stop-and-start shuffle, “Guilty Filthy Soul,” quite effectively blends a spectral kaleidoscope of tonal colors, diving into what he explains is the “Prince-led Radiohead deep end before swimming out of a swerved bridge.” Co-written by a fellow surf-riding musician, studio guitarist Jimmy Messer (who also sings backup on earnest piano ballad, All I Need” and worked with several teen sensations in association with Rock Mafia) gave it a resounding approval when the finished results were heard.
Resplendent sunshiny strut, “Wake Up,” reinvigorates Queen’s gleaming call-and-response kitsch, bringing Bruno’s “Last Of The Mohicans” groove to a testosterone-fueled metallic funk scamper with an oversized rhythmic breakdown. Just as powerful though not as assertively inclined, mammoth apocalyptic dance epic “Knights Of Shame” co-mingles Murray Head’s mystical novelty “One Night In Bangkok” with a snappy party-down rap jaunt and temporal Madchester-related lockstep beat in an ‘80s-derived apocalyptic dance for the end of time.
It’s a rebel’s heart that most definitely stimulates Bruno’s musical passion. He stood up for his art against negligent label politicking in the past even if it cost him some precocious fame or fortune. He can’t stand moronic reality TV icons. Nor does he tolerate ignorant politicians. Plus, he encourages people not to believe anything they see or hear on TV, for that matter. And for those keeping score, he loves Neil Young’s Harvest for its honest vulnerability.
When he advocates for everyone to “Jump On My Shoulders,” the sentiment couldn’t be any more clearer. He’s gonna take the cooler mainstream listeners for a ride that’ll land AWOLNATION bigger gigs just like headlining former tour mates MGMT and Weezer get. Word is ex-Blind Melon guitarist Christopher Thorn, a big fan, will join Bruno and company for the upcoming tour.
Throughout his inaugural megalithic opus, Bruno rewards listeners with a persistent variety of well-crafted mantras, chants, and entreaties, coming up spades time and time again. Best of all, the cleverly masqueraded pissy lyrics contrast perfectly against both the peppier upward mood swings and up-tempo polyurethaned production.
Before heading to Zuma Beach to catch some tasty waves, Bruno concludes, “I was studying megalithic structures like Stonehenge and the pyramids and thought it was appropriate to this group of songs. They’re the best I had to offer, but came together many different ways.”
NEWPORT STORM CYCLONE QUINN BARREL AGED PORTER
Ashen molasses-smoked malting deepens wood-burnt hop-charred bittering to lactic mocha finish of viscous rum-barreled porter. Maple, cedar, and walnut seep into Black Forest caking, bringing brown chocolate sweetness to pureed black cherry tartness. Flavor profile diminishes over time compared to richer barrel-aged rivals, but at $9 a 6-pack for 7% alcohol elixir, call it a bargain.