Resoundingly bittersweet raisin-pureed cherry jubilee entry receives sharp hop-charred nuttiness buttressing everlasting coffee finish. Maple-sapped oats roast and nutty hazelnut-macadamia rampage positively reinforce chewy chocolate fudge nudge and tertiary Swiss chocolate, dark-roasted cappuccino, black licorice, and soured raspberry nuances. On tap at Julian’s, delightful 2011 version (aged 5 years) picked up syrupy dark chocolate richness, creamy coffee serenade, black currant spicing, oak-smoked cocoa bittering and black cherry nip above brown-sugared oats base.
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SOUTHERN TIER 2X IPA
Completely inviting well-balanced moderate-body proves you don’t have to knock people over the head with heavy hops to be an enjoyable India Pale Ale. Sweet-buttered caramel malting anchors lacquered peach-pear-grape ripening, juicy pink grapefruit tang, and ascending tropical-fruited pineapple-mango climax. Easygoing grassy-hopped pine nut bittering never overwhelms appreciative hibiscus-rosebud flowering to polite grain bottom. Softer golden-pale ale palates will appreciate its delicate tension. Hop heads should regale its durable 8% alcohol haze and ambitious fruiting.
HARPOON GLACIER HARVEST ’10 WET HOP ALE
Annual copper-hued medium-bodied autumnal ‘100 Barrel Series’ brew never obscenely bitter despite ‘wet hop’ tag. Dank fruit-soured entry alleviated by sweet-grained rye-breaded barley roast. Dry-hopped lemon pit acridity hinders cherry-dried plum-fig-date paucity, tannic grape wining, and caraway-seeded rosemary-thyme influence. Dark floral nuances come and go abruptly.
BORN RUFFIANS JUST WANNA ‘SAY IT’
Sometimes rock-based musicians are better off scaling back and stripping down the instrumental expanse to work in an intimate acoustic setting. This live-in-the-studio approach allows for greater up-front emotionalism and deeper lyrical compassion to shine through. MTV’s revolutionary Unplugged Series exploited this toned-down roots-based idea with acclaimed artists such as Nirvana, R.E.M., Alice In Chains, and Korn, all of whom totally prospered in the crystalline acoustic environment. Similarly, Born Ruffians believed the best way to advance their latest batch of songs was to cut back the electronic noise (including some wailing sax) for understated masterstroke, Say It.
Hailing from a small town north of Toronto, Born Ruffians first made waves with ‘08s fully formed entrée, Red Yellow & Blue. That’s when singer-guitarist Luke Lalonde, long-time childhood pal, bassist Mitch Derosier (who’d been jamming together since high school), and drummer Steven Hamelin moved to Toronto and toured with several big name acts, garnering an impressive fan base along the way. Joined by ex-Caribou bassist Andy Lloyd, who’ll supply keyboards, guitar fills, and backup vocals on tour, the friendly foursome hit the road again, this time to promote their eagerly awaited follow-up record.
But life wasn’t always so cushy. At the start, Born Ruffians often got dissed in favor of the trendy emo bands making the local club scene. It seems sniveling suburban white boy blues were more popular than the Strokes upbeat Classic rock-derived subterranean pop nearly a decade ago, at least in the Great White North.
“When we formed the band in 2001, we were fifteen. The Strokes Is This It came out. That polarized us. We realized the reason we weren’t into new music was because emo was so big. Whiny screaming stuff we didn’t like. We got laughed at and booed in Midland for being different, but we felt as if we were probably snotty about it,” Lalonde recalls.
Sticking to their guns, Born Ruffians also learned the ‘less-is-more’ approach to arranging could truly benefit a song’s enduring power. One of Lalonde’s inspirational bands, the Beatles, prospered by taking that risk on the archetypal Rubber Soul.
“It’s all about the groove and feel, getting across an idea in a simple way,” he claims. And he’s out to prove it.
Sprightly rudimentary jingle, “Oh Man” (which approximates the Strokes clever styling), neatly sets up Say It’s easygoing flow, relying on a good hook and tribal tom beat to captivate underground pop heads, new folk rockers and mainstream taste-makers alike.
Scurried six-string spangling juts out of jittered flitter, “Retard Canard,” a quirky bass-slapped drum-tapped military march interrupted by the declaratory “I just wanna set the world on fire’ refrain and probably inspired by the Talking Heads fidgety new wave eccentricities or, perhaps, the Violent Femmes resultant elementary scruff.
Effortlessly syncopated percussive patter underscores the minimal guitar-bass frenzy consuming half-spoken reflection, “The Ballad Of Moose Bruce.” Its made-up superhero from a bygone era looks back and gives advise to weary minions, channeling the ‘stop and smell the roses’ adage in a diligent manner.
Skittering along a little faster and louder, “Blood, The Sun & Water” anchors gently strummed guitar lucidity with dotted drum dollops and a booming bass bottom. Beseeching sax-sulked slow roller, “Come Back,” and swiftly galloping stroller, “Higher & Higher,” make the grade as well.
I spoke to the head Ruffian via phone before his band hit the road for an autumnal 2010 US tour.
How and why did Born Ruffians scale back Say It’s tracks to their sparsest acoustical auspices?
LUKE: It was a case of not wanting any ideas to go unchecked. In the studio, if someone had an idea to try an overdub, we’d get it on tape. But a good chunk of that stuff, when it came to the mix, didn’t make it. The less cluttered it was, the better it sounded. It came out sounding like a 3-piece record like the last one. Aesthetically, it’s similar sounding. The difference was in time and songwriting. It wasn’t a big production. A lot of saxes were toned down. There’s prominent sax on “Come Back’s” introduction, but the rest is hardly audible and sounded like synths.

(WILLIAMS BROTHERS) KELPIE SEAWEED ALE
Precarious brown-hued ruby-hazed moderate-bodied adjunct beer defined as Scottish gruit and described as chocolate ale rejuvenates ancient herbal recipe. Musty chocolate liqueur-wafted hop-oiled barley roast saddles cocoa-powdered hazelnut coffee mildness. Underlying black chocolate creaminess induces tertiary molasses cookie and maple sap illusions to earthen peat-seared bottom. Local bladder wrack seaweed provides salty brine accent to mocha-dried finish. Just a tad unassuming despite peculiar auspices.
LAGUNITAS FUSION III IMPERIAL STOUT
On tap, unconventional dark brown Imperial Stout (with hefty 10% alcohol volume) brings rich mocha malting to fruit-dried nuttiness. Belgian chocolate spicing accents sugared fig, raisin, and plum illusions as well as bourbon-burgundy boozing. Green-hopped rye-grassed chipotle-peppered earthiness lifts underlying peanut-shelled hazelnut-macadamia conflux. Muscat grape, orange compote, and marmalade nuances flutter by.
SIXPOINT OLD KRUSHER BARLEYWINE
Perhaps closer to a less woody, more alcohol-bent IPA than a prevalent barleywine styling. Floral-pined grapefruit bittering and grassy tobacco-leafed crisping contrast hop-spiced apricot-tangerine-cantaloupe tang of amber-hazed medium body. Frugal brown-sugared baked apple pie nuance bears witness. Set back pineapple, mango and peach melba illusions add tropical wave.
SMUTTYNOSE GREENPOINT HARBOR DISORIENT I.P.A.
MC NEILL’S IMPERIAL I.P.A.
At New York Craft Beer Freaktoberfest ’10, easy-to-drink gold-hazed double IPA retained smooth medium-bodied moderation only fierce hop-heads could deride. Soft cereal-grained chestnut-almond nuttiness centers floral-hopped grapefruit bittering and spicy apple cobbler sweetness. Pineapple, peach, and cherry illusions fill backend. Serve as crossover to lighter ale guzzlers.
NEBRASKA BRUNETTE NUT BROWN ALE
SHMALTZ CONEY ISLAND FREAKTOBERFEST
On tap, wayward ruddy magenta amber lager offers herbal dried fruiting to cereal-grained toasted malting. Orange-dried cherry-fig-date conflux perks up diminutive almond-buttered chestnut roast. Puzzling flavor mix is as freaky as beer’s circus-inspired moniker. In bottle, ubiquitous gin-soaked caraway-seeded honeyed wheat tapestry provides funky promenade for bodacious limestone-salted lemon-bruised grapefruit bittering and stewed prune souring, upping its rating.
ITHACA BRUTE GOLDEN SOUR ALE
Fertile Belgian-styled sour ale makes positive use of acrid brettanomyces acidity and really takes off. Oaken cherry, tart peach, and vinous grape absorb dry cider-sharpened champagne yeast. Sharp Granny Smith apple pucker soars alongside lemon-candied swagger and grassy-hopped barnyard funk at busy midst.