For our 311th brew, we decided to make a beer dedicated to everybody’s 27th favorite band from middle school (ok fine – not everybody’s). And yes, while some (most) musicians are more deserving of having a beer named after them, sometimes you just luck the fuck out. In this beautiful disaster of a rock/rap/reggae hop bill, fruity Citra is that familiar slap baseline in every fucking song, spicy Kohatu is that awkward rap in the breakdown and herbal Loral is that chill melody that comes out of nowhere to tie it all together. In the profound words of Nick Hexum – all entertainers come original, here’s why.
5.3% abv, 40 IBUs