3:50: Brewery noises are much cooler than anticipated. And they all mostly sound like chanting.
5:00: More chanting. Very ethereal, which is an overused word, a scourge to which I am contributing. This beer is damn good. It’s interesting how it’s an Imperial Pale Ale, not IPA. You really don’t see a ton of those. Also Imperial Pale Ale sounds like something TIE fighter pilots drink at the bar after a long day of having terrible aim with lasers.
6:30: Chanting, more of it. Actually, it’s really more like if she sang something quick, and then hit the guitar-loop pedal, and it just kept going forever. I really like it. As far as drinking music goes, it’s the opposite of George Thorogood.
7:30: I wonder if this would go better with sushi, or if that’d just be the craziest thing in the entire world including the band Crazy Town.
8:00: FLIP THE SIDE!!!!
8:15: Crap, I’m, like, one-quarter of the way done with this beer, and we’re already halfway through the record.
9:00: I’m Googling, learning stuff about Barwick. Things like she "was born in Louisiana and raised in Missouri", and "her music is built around multiple loops and layers of her voice". SO CALLED IT. Not the Louisiana/Missouri part.
9:15: Still haven’t heard anything that really “sounds like a brewery”, but I guess that’s the point. I don’t know if I expected machines or what. Forklifts crashing into things? People bellowing “pour the hops in now, Cleatus!!”? None of that is happening.
9:30: While I’m very much enjoying it, I couldn’t really see myself drinking five of these beers in a row or anything. But if that was all there was around, I wouldn’t have a problem with drinking eight.
11:04: Wasabi tingle on the upper lip! It’s saved in my mustache!