All that will come back to me is buying beers and tequilas together. This is perhaps self-explanatory.
The most significant thing about tonight was that Brew Dog, once you get past all the brash self-mythologising, sells some damn good beers. Even at a time when most pubs and bars now offer at least a beer or two more exciting than the standard 2007 fare of Stella, San Miguel and Heineken, Brew Dog stands out.
Some of their own beers are pretty damn great. I've drunk some before, of course, but tonight I was reminded of how good their Punk IPA and 5AM Saint are. More esoterically though, some of the bottled beers they offer are alone worth the trip from Brixton to Camden. The Founders All Day IPA was rather nice, but the Stone Levitation was outright fantastic. It also boasts the finest bottle I've seen this side of... No, just the finest bottle I've seen:
Little surprise then that we were 5-10 minutes late for Trash Talk, and when it comes to hardcore you can't hang about: we only got about 20 minutes. Gig Buddy loved those 20 minutes, but I was more 50-50. My favourite hardcore so far is Sick of it All, which is partly due to their lyrics, and I couldn't hear word jack of Trash Talk.
Musically some of it was pretty good, but some of it was a bit eh.
The venue and crowd were pretty impressive: Underworld is split-level, and from what I could see from up above, the entire bottom row was kicking off for the duration. Crowd surfing, kicking the shit out of the spotlights, you name it.
The downside was more sweaty teenagers pushing back past me than it seemed could have been possible without gaps developing up front - what were they, popping back up out of a wormhole every 20 seconds? - but they probably needed to rehydrate, bless 'em.
I don't know about hardcore. I don't think even Sick of it All like Yours Truly, which is the album of theirs I've taken to heart and embedded there, so maybe I and that genre just don't mesh.
But craft beers and I do. Oh yes.
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