Brew Dog – Beer For Punks

Brown bagged and ready for the stree-aht.

T’s Take: These days there’s something for everybody. Whatever yer into, just type that shit into Google and you’re sure to find it and at least a couple few creepy people also into it. Punks, it would seem, are into beer. Sorry Ian MacKaye. So it was to no surprise of my own that there would then be a beer made for Punks. Scottish brewery brew dog and its ridiculously high ABVs (alcohol by volume) stake the claim “beer for punks”.

So recently The FSS got together for a BBQ to celebrate our forcing of Chief Mag to call it quits (Pitchfork we’re looking at you and you’re fucking next!). From Double Dead Guy to Sierra Nevada Bigfoot to Brother Thelonius to Leffe Blonde to some disgusting ass watermelon wheat bullshit we drank a lot of beer. Thrown into the mix was one bottle of Brew Dog’s Sink The Bismarck (wrapped in a brown paper bag for old times sake). At a whopping 41% ABV Sink The Bismarck was such a beer that we needed to split the bottle between the three of us and chase it down with (of course) other beer.

By the end of the night I was nodding off by our backyard fire pit whilst blissfully looking up at the stars and contemplating exactly why “Songs for the Deaf” is one of the greatest rock albums of the last 20 years.  P on the other hand was laid flat out on my kitchen floor creeping out my dogs.

So “punk” beer… it gets you drunk.

D’s Take: Brew Dog, future Nobel laureates without a doubt, have found a way to make whiskey OUT OF BEER.   If you don’t like this, we can’t be friends.

P’s Take: I love beer. Like for reals. It has always been there for me and it is just socially acceptable enough for me to claim that my drinking it at odd times, times when hard alcohol would be inappropriate, like during baptisms or at work, is perfectly okay. Not problematic at all.

Sink the Bismarck fucks that premise all up. Now, don’t get me wrong, it is good. It is basically whiskey with bubbles. It tastes good and gives a real mellow, almost philosophical drunk (I have a theory that different types of booze give different type drunks. I have no, and need no, proof for this to be so.). Where it fucks up is here: It is bottled in a standard beer bottle. Granted, it comes with a stopper, because the theory is you are going to use it responsibly, have a whack of it, contemplate the fireplace and leave the rest for another day. Maybe some people, maybe even most people are going to. I however am not. I am going to crack one of these, once I shell out the 50 bucks it costs (editors note:  P hasn’t ever had $50) and slam it like it was Heineken and my shoes were steady wood as fuck. And then I’m gonna babble some horseshit, fall into the bathtub and go to sleep. So fair play to BrewDog, they made a great beer-whiskey bastard. But fuck them for not taking responsibility for my shenanigans.

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