“Look out, honey, ‘cause I’m using technology… Ain’t got time to make no apology…”
I’m quoting from the seemingly immortal Iggy Pop and his ground breaking band, The Stooges, off of the song “Search and Destroy” because of thought dominoes. At first it was simply because of the name of today’s beer, No Apologies Imperial IPA from Blue Point Brewing, but it quickly became a correlation between what’s in the glass and everything Pop’s music and persona stands for.
The Stooges can, and should, be deemed as one of American punk music’s progenitors. They were feeding back their amps and fire breathing nihilistic street poetry long before The Ramones called their fans “punks.” Joe Strummer hadn’t even formed his pub rock band, The 101’s, yet much less teaming up with Mick Jones and Paul Simonon to bring us all one of the most important musical acts of all time, The Clash.
From 1968-1975 The Stooges brand of brash, trashy, blues-based rock took no prisoners and pushed boundaries past their breaking point. This attitude is being represented in modern American brewing by way of Imperial IPA crafted so scary it’d make a Lovecraft fan suffer the heebie-jeebies. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: there are too many brewers out there over-hopping their beer for shtick sake. Drinkers don’t need their heads imploding like a black hole because 18lbs of Summit hops were crammed into a 5-gallon batch of beer. Very little, if any, balance.
Not so with the No Apologies Imperial. This is a beer as bold and as energetic as the diminutive, crowd-surfing frontman of The Stooges. Not quite a “son of the nuclear A-bomb” as Iggy put it, but pretty darn close in terms of raw firepower.
Very pretty and dark amber with gold highlights, No Apologies boasts a mushroom cloud head of thick, soft foam. A candy-like nose reveals scents of butterscotch and toffee as well as juicy, peppery citrus and a hint of vanilla. On the tongue it becomes electric pineapple juice. There’re loads of spicy, piney hops being tempered by a silky texture and nutty malt giving out flavors of lemon, herbs, toffee and orange peel.
With a larger-than-life presence, excellent balance and an explosive 10% abv, Iggy Pop couldn’t have said it any better: “Baby detonate for me!” No apologies necessary, Blue Point; you’ve made one heck of a beer here.