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The other day I saw Icehouse Edge as I was leaving
the liquor store. I know I often start
these beer reviews bitching and kvetching like C-3PO on Tatooine, “Woe is
me. This beer looks disgusting. Fuck my life.
etc.” But when I saw Icehouse
Edge at the liquor store I was like, “why the hell not!” I don’t like Icehouse, but fuck it. Yeah, a new high gravity version with a
stupid name probably won’t be much better, but it couldn’t be much worse. If nothing else it will get me drunk quicker,
which is the only reason to drink Icehouse in the first place. On that note: challenge gladly accepted
Icehouse Edge. I relish this
opportunity. Now let’s get it on like
Donkey Kong!
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Personally I can’t hear someone say, “the edge” without thinking of U2’s
legendary guitarist that…blah blah blah BWAHAHA! Just kidding, U2 sucks, and they’ve sucked
for long enough now that their present suckiness completely overshadows any of
their previous accomplishments. On the other side of the coin, the good side
if you will, Stiff Little Fingers sang about "running at the edge of their world" and The Effigies asked “Where do we go once we’ve seen
the edge?” Not to mention David Lee Roth’s brilliant “The
Edge” soliloquy in Van Halen’s 1978
classic “Ain’t Talkin’ ‘bout Love.” It would seem that musicians of all stripes,
share an obsession with “the edge,” which
begs the question: is Icehouse Edge awesome like a Chicago based hardcore band,
or douchey and nauseating like Aerosmith’s 1992 crapptastic single “Livin’ on
the Edge?”
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To answer that question, I’ll start by saying that
I typically take pains to avoid drinking Icehouse. Consequently, I don’t think I’ve touched the
stuff since I wrote my review about a year ago.
It’s been a while, but I think Icehouse Edge tastes almost exactly like regular
Icehouse. As a beer, even an ice beer, the
flavor of Icehouse is pretty subpar, but as a high gravity lager it’s
aces. 8%ABV is a different animal and
has to be judged against its 8% peers, otherwise it’s like a cat in a dog show:
not winning awards and pooping in a box.
I personally prefer regular beer to high gravity lager the same way I prefer
dogs to cats/raccoons (same animal) but comparing the two is unfair to all
parties. Remember Heathcliff? It was pretty good for a terrible show, but it
was no Downton Abbey.
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To carry the metaphor just a little bit further, in
the genus high gravity, the species Icehouse Edge is one of the better ones,
because it doesn’t have a harsh chemical taste or shit-mouth aftertaste, at
least not anymore than you’d find in regular Icehouse. A lot of high gravity lagers taste like
someone’s topped them off with w a little vodka, but I don’t really taste any
extra alcohol in Icehouse Edge. Of
course, I don’t taste alcohol in straight whiskey, so take that how you will. In a bottomshelf genus dominated by beers you
have to pinch your nose and chug just to get drunk Icehouse Edge stands out as
being more palatable than the rest.
Icehouse Edge threw the gauntlet and I rose to the
challenge. It was pretty good for a high
gravity lager, and I’d say overall it was a pretty positive experience. Except that I got that fucking Aerosmith song
stuck in my head. I only heard that song
like a million fucking times between 1992 and 1995 and about a 100,000 times since
then, so I’m going to drown it out with a little beer, and the far superior Weird
Al Yankovic parody “Livin’ in the Fridge.”
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