I’m back to give you the thing you never knew you wanted. Again.
That’s right: The Best Music of 2012 and, of Course, Their Beer Pairings.
Tame Impala’s Lonerism and Russian River and Sierra Nevada’s BRUX
Tame Impala’s Lonerism is a tidal wave of swirling psychedelic spin (ear) art. I had hoped that they could surpass their debut, Innerspeaker, and this magical mystery tour delivers. But it is far from the isolation that the title implies. Lonerism feels like revisiting your old vinyl collection and falling in love with a younger you again.
The stand-outs are the lazy-boned merry-go-round of “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards” and the driving Sabbath groove of “Elephant”. Sounding like transmissions from the 60s, Kevin Parker and company shoot past mere imitation and into something familiarly transcendent.
Russian River and Sierra Nevada came together in 2012 to produce the BRUX which they called a “domesticated wild ale.” This one started out with a Belgian yeast, and then went through a secondary bottle fermentation with Brettanomyces bruxellensis.
After the disappointment that was the Lost Abbey/New Belgium Brett Beer, I was delighted to find the BRUX dry, complex and amazing. As young as it is, this beer is a champagne of pepper, tart pear and biscuity spice. I am currently hording bottles of this beer. Yes, I’m a beer horder.
The pairing of Lonerism and BRUX is one that will age gracefully and confidently.
Father John Misty’s Fear Fun and Barlow Brewing’s You Bretta, You Bretta, You Brett
I have to be honest here. I like the Fleet Foxes, but I don’t love them as much as everyone else seems to. They are a little too somber and a little too earnest for my tastes. Josh Tillman’s (the drummer for the Fleet Foxes) latest is so much different from the FFs, it is striking. His rambling freak, folk songs carom between funny, profound and foolish in the same verse.
Fear Fun is filled with fireside, cottonmouth songs that you can’t help but sing along with unconsciously. Clever words and nuanced imagery abound, and in quiet moments of regret you know what he means when he sings, “I would like to abuse my lungs / Smoke everything in sight with every girl I’ve ever loved”
I laughed out loud when my youngest, who is always subjected to my musical tastes, quoted “I’m Writing a Novel” in conversation by saying, “My reality is realer than yours.” Tillman is not that pompous, but he knows that the trippy stories of those who believe that to be true are glorious distractions.
Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings
I brewed my first 100% brettanomyces beers this year and my first attempt ended up being my best. You Bretta, You Bretta, You Brett was a 100% Brett American IPA that I made with the advice of Chad Yakobson of Crooked Stave. It was insanely hopped with Falconer’s Flight, Citra, Amarillo and Centennial pellets, and it was a mouthgasm of tropical fruit while it was young.
As it aged, it got funkier unintentionally since I packaged it through my “sour” bottling bucket and it surely grabbed some lacto and pedio bacteria from other batches. Despite not having a home in any BJCP category, it scored well in several contests and even recently earned a gold medal at the CASK Beer Blitz competition as a Category 23 specialty ale.
Absurd, over-the-top and yet remarkably enjoyable and sessionable, You Bretta, You Bretta, You Brett pairs beautifully with a night of non-sensical and gregarious adventures with Father John Misty.
Japandroids’ Celebration Rock and Devils Backbone Eight Point IPA
Rock and roll should be simple. The Japandroids’ Celebration Rock is 35 minutes of driving, chant-along songs that don’t need footnotes or a lot of introspection.. The album starts and finishes with literal and metaphorical fireworks and bleeds the kind of positivity that never rings false or exhausts. And I dare you not to follow along with your own “oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh” to “The House That Heaven Built”.
Celebration Rock started to get spins in my car in June of this year, and I don’t see it leaving that rotation anytime soon. “When they love you, and they will / Tell ’em all they’ll love in my shadow / And if they try to slow you down / Tell ’em all to go to hell.”
The House That Heaven Built
Living in Central Virginia, I’m lucky enough to have the winner of the GABF Champion Small Brewpub & Brewmaster Award for 2012 in my backyard. Unfortunately, that still means Devils Backbone is 50 minutes away from me, but it is a pretty drive when I make it. Jason Oliver brews solid beers and I needed that this year.
Every U.S. brewery has their massive American IPA, and it seems like I tried them all in 2012. In terms of a nicely balanced IPA that I could drink every day, DBB’s Eight Point IPA was perfect, and it was on every local shelf so I didn’t have to drive down to their brewpub or The Outpost to drink it. I even had the chance to try a 100% Brett version of the Eight Point, too, and…..well, that deserves its own post in the future.
Perfectly balanced and not over-thought, Japandroids’ Celebration Rock and Devils Backbone Eight Point IPA is a pairing of simple goodness.
Frank Ocean’s channel ORANGE and Cigar City’s Cucumber Saison
You don’t need me to tell you about Frank Ocean’s channel ORANGE. He’s on every list for the best albums of 2012 and he’s been hailed as some sort of second coming R&B revivalist. But throw those accolades out the window and just spend some time with his tracks.
“Sweet Life” immediately hooked me with Motown sway, but Frank’s falsetto on “Bad Religion” reveal a man in perfect control of his voice and message. He shifts between Stevie Wonder and Prince, but never as mere imitation. He’s always genuine, even when he’s voicing of one of his many unreliable narrators and turning the world of the crackhead or angst-ridden super rich kids into art.
Thinkin Bout You
Cigar City’s Cucumber Saison sounds like a polarizing beer. Either you hear about it and immediately seek it out, or you’ll cringe and you’ll dismiss the idea. I feel bad for those who would dismiss this amazing concoction. You get the cucumber aroma right away, and it quickly gets backed up in the flavor, as well.
I’m not completely sure how they did it, but I’m guessing that a lot of cucumber puree and sorachi ace hops came into play. This is a wet saison with hints of lemongrass and pepper, and it is stunningly refreshing. I hope they bring this beauty back next year as a seasonal.
Kick back and enjoy the sweet life with Frank Ocean and a Cucumber Saison.
Divine Fits’ A Thing Called Divine Fits and Champion Brewing’s Tart (Berliner Weisse)
I’m an huge Spoon fan and when I heard about a collaboration between Spoon’s Britt Daniel and Dan Boeckner of Wolf Parade and the Handsome Furs, I was immediately and comically drunk with high expectations. When A Thing Called Divine Fits landed it seemed almost equal parts Britt and Dan. The same Spartan beats and hooks I expected, but the keyboards drove more than a few songs and filled in the gaps without becoming over-produced.
What was interesting to me is that Daniel seemed to be happy hanging in the background of some of these songs. More relaxed than he’s seemed in a long time, and I wonder how he would evolve in a band of peers. I don’t know if we’ll see more albums out of the Divine Fits, but I hope so. Their raw, potential alchemy is undeniable.
Would That Not be Nice?
Charlottesville got a new brewery at the end of 2012, and I’ve very excited to see the quality beers that Hunter and Champion Brewing have produced. Champion has benefited from the recent signing of the Virginia SB 604 bill, which gives brewery license holders permission to sell their beer for on-premise consumption where it is made. For new breweries, be they nano, micro or macro, this is quite a financial boon and an equalizer with the many local wineries.
But lets’ cut to the chase: Champion is making great beers. I could have easily chosen their delicious Pacecar Porter, but they had the balls to make a Berliner Weisse during the first few months of brewing. The fearless choice to do a sour mash on their new system and roll out a tart session ale is worthy of making this list alone.
And, most importantly, the beer is fantastic, too. The Champion Brewing’s Tart is clean, slightly puckering and infinitely drinkable. I expect big things from these guys, and bold moves like this beer assure their success.
Successful “supergroups” and delicious brewery start-ups are unicorns. Pair together the Divine Fits and the Champion Tart and marvel in your own genius for seeing their genius.
Fiona Apple is exhausting. Hell, the full title of her album is The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do. If you invited her over to you house, you’d expect the visit to end after a vase was broken, a screaming match leading tearful hugs occurred, and all of your pens were stolen. Her fidgeting drama and her scalded truthfulness can be too much. But your house is so empty when she’s gone.
The Idler Wheel…. is not the slow burn album that the critics would lead you to believe that it is. “Every Single Night” and “Werewolf” are standouts of feverish defiance and melodic fishhooks. Give in to her songs that hold her madness and despair at bay. Apple will tell you herself that there’s “Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key”
Every Single Night
Heady Topper from The Alchemist was one of the seemly endless amount of American Imperial IPAs that I tried this year. Some were too bitter and some had attenuation issues but, for the most part, they were all good. And completely uninspiring.
What was different about the Heady Topper? This canned beauty smelled and tasted just like fresh flower hops, without the vegetal flavors that other hop bombs couldn’t seem to avoid. Just tropical fruit, pineapple and pine. And, for an added bonus, pour this beer into a glass and enjoy the hop blizzard snow globe it creates.
If you want musical and alcoholic melodrama done right, crack open an Alchemist Heady Topper and Fiona Apple’s latest. But maybe follow their directions and drink this 120 IBU beast straight from the can.
Diiv’s Oshin and New Glarus’ Home Town Blonde
Diiv’s Oshin was a surprise on my musical radar this year, and I was lucky enough to catch them live when they opened up for Wild Nothings in town. I’m a sucker for shoe-gazing bands who have a precision sound without losing the melody. These young guys did that in spades and I look forward to seeing how they evolve.
A personal standout from the album is “How Long Have You Known”. There’s nuance in their hypnotic guitar and, at the 1:57 minute mark, they drift off into another plane of inclusionary detachment.
How Long Have You Known?
A good friend brought back a few beers from the lovely state of Wisconsin and the big stand out was New Glarus’ Hometown Blonde. This Bohemian pilsener was pristine with a nice, grainy nose and mildly grassy hops. Even while tailgating before a game and being muddled between other beers varying wildly in strength and style, this beer was a clear winner. Clean, slightly sweet and endlessly drinkable.
Unfortunately, New Glarus doesn’t distribute outside Wisconsin, but Hometown Blonde and Diiv are a match made in pure heaven.
Grizzly Bear’s Shields and Crooked Stave’s Wild Wild Brett Persica
Grizzly Bear’s Shields is no Veckimast, so let’s just get that out of the way. This album was harder to get my head around, but the lyrics are less like clues and more like poetry. And there was a give and take in that.
In Shields, every song sounds like it comes from the soundtrack of one of my favorite coming-of-age movies. Where all the characters believe so deeply in arbitrary things because…..well, they want to believe deeply in *something*. In anything, really. This one is a grower, but it deserves the multiple spins needed for it to unfold.
The Crooked Stave’s Wild Wild Brett Persica is a golden sour ale on peaches. And, as a homebrewer, I know how hard it is to pull peach flavor out of the fruit and into a beer. This fantastic ale does that along with apricots, bright acidity, and a faint and trailing hint of vanilla oak.
I brought this one to a 4th of July party and it was a jaw dropper for everyone who tried it. Another amazing beer from Chad and Crooked Stave, and I’m looking forward to being a Cellar Reserve member again in 2013.
Stretch out your brain and enjoy some complexity with an evening of Grizzly Bear and Crooked Stave. And quit being such a damn philistine.
Cat Power’s Sun and Firestone Walker’s Wookey Jack Black Rye IPA
Dum Dum Girls’ End of Daze EP and Deschutes’ Chainbreaker White IPA
Cloud Nothings’ Attack on Memory and Black Raven Brewing’s Pour Les Oiseaux Viognier Barrel Saison With Brettanomyces
Purity Ring’s Shrines and Green Flash’s Rayon Vert
Songs of the Year:
Carly Rae Jepsen, Jimmy Fallon & The Roots – “Call Me Maybe”
Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe” was inescapable this year, and I fell for it, too.
But I didn’t hear Carly Rae’s version until much later after I had heard and fell in love with the performance she did on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. She, Jimmy, and The Roots played the song with classroom instruments (!?!?) and I could. Not. Stop. Watching. The. Video.
It became a problem.
I love The Roots and they find a way to make my music and beer pairings list every year, but this was something else. Pure fun, playful energy and a nasty earworm.
Purity Ring – “Fineshrine”
This was the creepiest damn song I heard all year, and I could not get it out of my head. In the car, at the beach, and even when I was trying to fall asleep. This song, and the entire rest of the album, is haunting. These songs were the doll’s eyes that you can still feel watching you in the darkness. They are what to whisper into the executioner’s ear to give him nightmares.
“Get a little closer let it fold / Cut open my sternum and pull / My little ribs around you”.
WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?
I don’t know, but I loved it.