FULL SAIL BUMP IN THE NIGHT CASCADIAN DARK ALE

Wintry ruby-browned dry-bodied Black IPA (circa 2011) lacks distinct flavor profile and emphatic up-front thrust of similarly styled ‘Cascadian’ suds newly marketed across America. Ashy resinous earthiness may be the culprit, overriding piney-hopped grapefruit-peeled juniper bittering, tenuous rye-breaded barley roast, relegated fig-spiced date-prune swoon, and latent cola-walnut wisp. Reluctant dark-malted powdered cocoa murkiness and slick coffee-burnt waver lurk beneath.

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Stylistically lighter than expected. Distant dark-roasted peanut-shelled walnut, macadamia, and Brazil nut sharpness depletes dark-sugared oats-flaked caramelized toffee sweetness. Soapy molasses-draped cocoa-chalked coffee grounds reside below overestimated, but not insubstantial, wood-conditioned dry-bodied smoothie. On second passing, soft rye-breaded mochaccino-cappuccino creaming picks up wet-papered oats toasting, sweet hazelnut drift, and oyster-shelled crustacean nuance. Image result for FIRESTONE RESERVE PORTER

PB&J GOOD ENOUGH TO ‘GIMME SOME’

In a fair world, seasoned Swedish trio, Peter Bjorn & John, would’ve been big pop stars. An eclectic combo fashioning engagingly melodic hook lines with a keen eye looking towards rock and roll’s glorious past, these versatile Scandinavians bounce between various familiar contemporary styles while stuck just outside stardom’s short and narrow reach. In spite of it all, they don’t really care all that much about worldwide takeover. Of course, PB&J did experience a modicum of international fame when their contagiously frolicsome whistled shuffle, "Young Folks," became ubiquitous on album-oriented radio, a major car ad, and Grey’s Anatomy. But this catchy calling card merely scratched the surface since numerous charmingly insouciant trinkets have been spread across five English-sung long-players starting with a formative self-titled 2002 debut. Though ‘04s promising Falling Out barely made a dent in America, it set the stage for ‘06s precocious pinnacle, Writer’s Block. Given universal exposure via "Young Folks" (featuring Victoria Bergsman of Swedish pop wunderkinds, the Concretes), this magnificently advanced follow-up gave the Stockholm-based threesome, consisting of schoolyard pals Peter Moren (guitar-vocals) and Bjorn Yttling (bass-keyboards), plus longtime percussionist John Eriksson, instant accessibility akin to likeminded peers, the Shins and New Pornographers. Moreover, murkily drowsy electro-pop epistle, "Amsterdam," may’ve been inspirational for MGMT breakout hit, "Kids." However, the path to definitive mainstream celebrity was temporarily halted by ‘08s sidestepping instrumental excursion, Seaside Rock, a tribute to native Nordic villagers released only on vinyl and MP3. Perhaps revolting against those adversarial critics pigeonholing the tidy triumvirate as trendy Euro-trash pop swindlers, this divergent side trip definitely slowed momentum, at least on a multinational scale. By the time ‘09s luxuriant Living Thing dropped, an unwarranted hackneyed commercial backlash grew. Despite being completely approachable and debatably bettering previous efforts, its broad-ranging fare nearly fell on deaf ears here in the States. Yet there were many undeniable gems consuming Living Thing’s impressive ensemble of lightly symphonic constructions. In typical PB&J methodology, a certain duskily deviating contemplative melancholia counters the customarily buoyant ebullience. Though they still paint inside the lines of basic pop structures, the general template works wonders intersecting art-rock with twee pop and crisscrossing quirky psychedelia with new wave a la Orchestral Maneuvers In The Dark, Ultravox, and Spandau Ballet. Cautiously exploitative adventurers, PB&J herein douse their winningly rudimentary recipe with lessons learned from the Ethoipiques series of rhythmic Jazz-affected West African pop, best exemplified on the a cappella voicing, strict riddims, and hypnotizing repetitiveness lavishing the "Graceland"-spurred title track. Moodier passages sweep through dubby trip-hop Industrial sendoff, "It Don’t Move Me," itching to get at mightily mutinous mantra, "Lay It Down," where the ominously defiant unison chant of ‘hey shut the fuck up boy/ you’re starting to piss me off’ wrings out loud and clear. An addictive children’s choir (reminiscent of Pink Floyd’s "Another Brick In The Wall" or Jay-Z’s Annie-derived "Hard Knock Life") pilots the sinisterly snarling sneer, "Nothing To Worry About." Prepared to gain a stronger marketable foothold without getting pretentiously indulgent, PB&J affably retain the glossily polished studio sheen for a bunch of roots-rocking regalia on ‘11s instinctually rousing Gimme Some. A brighter tuneful vibrancy, appropriated by likeminded outside producer, Per Sunding, girds each invigorating number.   Amassed tribal drums and a sitar-like Turkish lute (known as a cura saz baglama) create a mesmerizing transcendental motif for playfully parading foot-stomped Farfisa-flavored schoolyard-rhymed opening lullaby, "Tomorrow Has to Wait" (further excavating Living Thing’s exotic tendencies). From there, guitar-spackled conga-lined calypso "Dig A Little Deeper" finds convenient ‘80s-bound middle-ground betwixt Squeeze and Kid Creolo & the Coconuts. And the radiant "Second Chance" slyly dupes the Romantics "Talking In Your Sleep." As Gimme Some gathers momentum, a spry Bo Diddley beat propels "Eyes." And jittery pile-driving cadences stimulate the Dave Edmunds/ Nick Lowe-fabricated pub rocker "Breaker Breaker." All this nervous energy doubles on dizzyingly derailed rebuke, "Black Book" (the closest PB&J have ever come to emitting post-punk hardcore bashing). But they save the absolute best for last as exceptional dramatic closer, "I Know You Don’t Love Me," slips into a reverberated surrealistic séance that locks in the album’s underlying lovesick anxiety then heads for the ionosphere. Starting as informal recreational kid’s play, Peter Bjorn & John’s hobby turned into a bohemian lifelong vocation. It’s their incredibly steady pop ingenuity that serves notice to lesser, lionized lapdogs lamely lurking inside America’s restrictive airwaves.   Who were some early influences? PETER MOREN: Back in the day I was a true ‘60s freak - Beatles, Beach Boys, Byrds, and Dylan. Later, I got into Elvis Costello and Tom Petty, then, Stone Roses and Teenage Fanclub. Some ‘90s lo-fi stuff as well. We formed our band right afterwards. But I’d already done some cassette recordings with Bjorn before high school. Though Gimme Some’s theme seems to be about frustration and heartache, the whimsical arrangements are nevertheless joyously uplifting. We don’t think of that much, but 60% of our albums have dark lyrics matched to positive sounding music. We also contrast sad sounding songs with positive lyrics. It should be more than meets the eye and ear so you’ve got to scratch under the surface. Gimme Some’s cover design projects similar contrasts as the music does. There’s a peppy thumbs-up here-we-go gimme some positivism but the hand’s cut off. So it’s morbid as well to match the dark lyrical underbelly. How did Per Sunding, your first outside producer, help Peter Bjorn & John capture raw spontaneity without losing the gleaming dynamics? He added a lot. He went with our ideas from rehearsals for the arrangements and vocal harmonies, but he put his perspective on lyrical changes. Then, we went to the studio and he provided the right energy, tempo, and takes. It sounded like a live band but we moved around a lot of gear. We took the drums into the kitchen and guitar in the hallway to create different sounds. It was very hands-on, like (electronic music pioneer and "Telstar" composer) Joe Meek. That was fun and brought a lot of enthusiasm into the studio instead of getting stuck in our old ways. I thought Gimme Some diverted away from Living Thing’s Western African juju influences and art-damaged curios with its spunky garage verve. I agree. (laughter) It’s different. Part of the reason is we wanted to make a more rootsy sounding record to reflect the live band better – where we’re more punky. But we focused on getting the arrangements correct early on with the three basic instruments. Instead of creating weird sounds deconstructed in the studio, we did more work and preparation beforehand. More thought was put into the playing for the live tracks. The infectious "Dig A Little Deeper" may be the greatest dance floor contribution PB&J have yet made for the prevailing club scene. That was actually a happy mistake intended to be a funk song. The last few years I’ve been digging funk, like Archie Bell & The Drells (#1 ’68 song) "Tighten Up." I wanted to do something similar with the guitar riff. But I’m the worst drummer on the demo and the funky groove I gave the guys didn’t sound anything like funk. But John liked it and copied it anyhow. On the other side of the musical spectrum, "Lies" maintains an exuberant power pop impulse. That’s an old song written in 2002. We practiced it once but the guys don’t remember. I changed the lyrics a little. That’s more like we sounded in the early days with Box Tops or The Jam-type energy, sort of Beatles versus punk – a powerful thing. It would have suited Falling Out. We recorded that one later on in the Gimme Some sessions because we didn’t think it fit the album. But we did it really fast in a couple takes. Then, Per had the idea to overdub the entire band. So we played it twice and put the two takes on top of each other for a fuller sound that doubled the pleasure. Many of your songs touch upon different rock-based styles. Has PB&J ever covered anybody’s stuff? We do them live now and again. What we usually do is in the new wave or power pop vein. We’ve done the Nerves "When You Find Out," "Fa Ce-La" by the Feelies, and "Silly Girl" by Television Personalities. However, if we do acoustic sets, we’ll play Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly, or rockabilly. What music styles would you like to delve into on future recordings? We’re still hungry. We haven’t succeeded in doing a proper rap song. I’ve tried writing rap, but it hasn’t really worked, even though we’ve worked with Talib Kweli and GZA. Maybe I could rap with Dylan’s type of early ‘60s flow. We’ve been talking about extending this funky soul experience with some slower New Orleans-styled Meters grooves. I’ve also been into Origins of Guitar Music From Southern Congo and Northern Zambia, field recordings made in the villages where they play vastly different than the western way. You could see the formation of the High Life style. Also, David Byrne’s Luaka Pop put out Love’s A Real Thing- World Psychedelic Classics featuring William Onyeabor’s "Better Change Your Mind." And Konono # 1-Congotronics is great as well. For me, soul, funk and rockabilly go well next to African pop. It’s almost seamless. Sometimes we might be influenced by Eddie Cochrane, but the song sounds like African music. Getting back to your indie rock auspices, "May Seem Macabre" seems to glide along a grungy "Smells Like Teen Spirit" six-string groove. The lyrics are really different from the rest. On the last record, I had "Blue Period Picasso," written from the perspective of the painting. "May Seem Macabre" is actually like a dreamscape or an out-of-body experience, watching your own burial while friends and relatives mourn. You see what fabric you’re draped in. But you’re being buried next to your spouse so you’re not going to the other world alone. It’s a positive "When The Saints Come Marching In" thing. The title has different layers of meaning as usual. However, there’s no denying the bitter acumen of "I Know You Don’t Love Me." That’s Bjorn’s lyric. He likes keeping it short. I’m a bit wordy. I especially like the tension of the band playing together and nailing it when the unplanned guitar solo comes out of nowhere. We usually end sets with that before encoring with past hits. Tell me a little about the two solo albums you’ve done recently. The 2010 one, I Sparen Av Taren, was Swedish. Both have stuff I felt I couldn’t do within band confines. The English record (‘08s The Last Tycoon) had some that could’ve been good PB&J tunes, but I was listening to old Brit-folk by Richard Thompson and Bert Jansch. Those were more self-contained, based around acoustic guitar and fingerpicking. Some lyrics may not fit a pop setting. They’re wordier and the sound’s softly laid-back. The Swedish record may be the favorite thing I’ve done combining soul and pop.  

(LAUGHING DOG) THE DOGFATHER IMPERIAL STOUT

Pour slowly thick ebony-hued full body or risk carbolic implosion. Heavy coffee-roasted espresso mouthfeel enriches hop-charred wood burn, tobacco chaw tarring and resinous pine acridity, reinforcing Blackstrap molasses bittering over black cherry, blackberry, and raspberry flirtations - but stylistic chocolate sweetness lacks. Black currant and juniper berry sharpness increases smoky ashen pine pungency. Serve to bolder dry stout enthusiasts.

CIGAR CITY HUMIDOR SERIES INDIA PALE ALE

Classy Spanish cedar-aged IPA crafted to pair with cigar. Never too bitter and highly approachable, its bright cane-sugared tropical fruiting sits atop floral spice-hopped pine needling of rich copper-hazed Floridian. Aromatic cigar wrapper aromatics complement endless fruitful adjuncts. Pineapple, mango, kiwi, guava, passion fruit, peach, and cherry rampage across lingered lemon-seeded grapefruit bittering. Perfect as summery after-dinner sipper.

(PHILADELPHIA) SHACKAMAXIMUM IMPERIAL STOUT

Decent stylistic selection lacks full-on mocha thrust. Pleasing coffee-burnt dark chocolate entry contrasts oaken hop-charred bittering and nutty reminder. Black cherry, prune, anise, and cocoa nibs deepen chicory-espresso midst, but an ersatz plasticity undermines tranquil bourbon wake. Tertiary soy, fennel, and celery illusions randomly drift by. On second passing, lactic acidity relegates French oak chip aging to dramatic bourbon-burgundy afterburner. Palm kernel-oiled cocoa buttering, chocolate-covered malt ball (a.k.a. Whopper) scamper, and black licorice gumming swirl across vanilla, raisin, hazelnut and macadamia frivolity.

SAMUEL ADAMS IMPERIAL WHITE

Almost undone by its scattershot complexities, unexpectedly dark coppery witbier possesses many inconstant qualities. Though advertised as ‘wheat ale brewed with spices,’ its simple boast holds no weight, as coriander flavoring seems negligible and the wheat influence, an afterthought. Yet its medicinal rum-spiced Scotch-licked brandy scurry and boozy vodka scamper will blur eyesight. Sugary orange-candied pastry-malted sweetness dabbing white-peppered clementine, naval orange, and marmalade fruiting goes beyond penetrative liquor luster. Ultimately, zesty citric niceties and mild juniper-hopped bittering encourage venturous mainstream deviants to imbibe indistinctly defined, undeniably strong, 10.3% alcohol intoxicant. Samuel Adams Imperial White - Beer Review

SAMUEL ADAMS INFINIUM

Colossal champagne-styled strong ale, circa 2011, provides well-rounded complexities almost overrun by a few uncertain peculiarities. Brewed in conjunction with Germany’s respected Weihenstephan, heady nectar retains wispy effervescence despite walloping 10.3% alcohol whir. Bubbly champagne flow picks up floral white-peppered hop bite contrasting initial red licorice spell as well as bustling orange-bruised apple, cherry, blueberry, and apricot fruiting (perhaps unwittingly hinting at Belgian tripel styling). Subsidiary pineapple, mango, cantaloupe, and peach tropicalia coats creamy cognac center. Teasing barleywine, brandy, banana liqueur, and rum illusions graze piercing spiced gin stint. But abstruse notions of perfume-oiled pinuad hair tonic and after-shave lotion may turn off less adventurous drinkers. Samuel Adams Infinium Price & Reviews | Drizly