Bach Brewing have been on the hops again... their Simon has conjured up a bright filtered West Coast IPA, laden with Nelson Sauvin, Rakau, Simcoe and El Dorado hops, all nestled on juicy Gladfield malts. 6.8% ABV.

Why use a stick of dynamite when a party popper will do the trick? Eazy Hazy brings the colour and spark while keeping things nicely chilled. Succulent US hops deliver lime, passionfruit, and hints of coconut around a creamy, rolled-wheat base to balance the zesty bitter finish.

The Balter XPA will hit your taste buds with tropical and floral aromatics along with a fruity palette. This brew is for those who enjoy an easy to drink, fully-hopped beer.

Beck's is to this day brewed according to Reinheitsgebot - the German Purity Law - and states that only 4 natural ingredients can be used in its brewing, barley, hops, yeast and water. Beck's is full of character and instantly recognisable by its pure, crisp and fresh taste, with a slightly bitter aroma.

Well it's back, it's that time again, seriously, how?. This label is not big enough to name all the stupid things he has said and done. But it's time to dump the Cheeto Jebus, Angry Creamsicle, Captain Chaos, Cadet Bone Spurs, Orange Julius, Rome Burning in Man Form, Screaming Carrot Demon, Worlds ugliest toy troll, Godzilla with Less Foreign Policy Experience, Tangerine Tornado, Creep Throat, Trumple-thin-skin, (Hold Me Closer) Tiny Hand Sir, Drumpf, Fface Von Clownstick. So since this blurb has nearly been taken up with Trumps accurate nicknames let Behemoth tell you about the beer. Behemoth have got a massive West Coast IPA and loaded it hops. Think pineapple, grapefruit, pine and some awesome tropical flavours and aromas. Surely this will be the last time...

Let me tell you something my friend, hops are a dangerous thing, hops can drive a person insane, got no use on the inside, better get used to that. It comes down to a simple choice. Get busy hopping or get busy... Well not hopping. That's goddamn right! Remember hops are a good thing, maybe the best of things, and good things never die. In honour of what may be the best movie ever made Behemoth make this West Coast IPA using their favourite NZ, Aussie and US hops. Malty, but dry and bitter, everything you could want in a West Coast IPA. I hope these hops were as green as they have been in my dreams. I hope...

In Ya Face Double IPA is not here to fornicate with arachnids. Loaded with an absolutely ridiculous amount of bold, brash, unapologetically in-your-face hops from the good ol' US of A, this beer doesn't do subtle. It does LOUD. It does INTENSE. It does "Oh wow, I just got slapped in the face with hops, and I think I liked it." Let's be real, this is not the kind of beer you sip daintily at a poetry reading. It's the beer you reach for when you want your flavour turned up to eleven and your senses thoroughly awakened.

You can't code this. Yeah, it's hop bliss. You can't miss this. You just can't resist. My, my, my, my juicy hits me so hard. Makes me type on my keyboard. Thank you for blessin' me with a friend to celebrate his forty. He loves a good beer and he's always down. A super dope homeboy from the stars & stripes town. And Jason's known as such. And this is a beer to show you mean so much. I told you homeboy (You can't program this) Yeah, these hops are hazy and ya know (You can't IMAP this). Look in my eyes, man (You can't cache this). Bro, your work day's done? (You can have this) Stop, Danner time!

An American IPA, sure to make your day I'm your source of hop-seduction. Veins that pump with beer, crisp, hoppy, clear. Here's our San Quentin Edition: Taste me, you will see. Hops are all you need. Dedicated to, How I'm serving you. Hops pouring faster, Trust the brewmaster. The news forecaster, Sings obey your maltster, maltster. Master of puppets, we're drinking like kings. Smiles on your brain and dry hopping your dreams. Too many of me, you can't see a thing. Just call my name 'an pause your daydream Master, master Churly's my name 'this IPA is supreme Master, master. Churly's my name 'this IPA is supreme.

Paloma Pale Ale, the ultimate summer smasher! Behemoth took the juicy, zesty vibes of a Paloma cocktail (grapefruit, lime, a splash of agave) and crashed it headfirst into a crisp, hoppy Pale Ale. A beer that's as refreshing as cannonballing into the pool after a BBQ and as fun as Churly trying to dance in jandals. Bursting with citrus, light on its feet, and begging for another sip, this one's made for long afternoons, hot evenings, and summer shenanigans. Sip it, smash it (respectfully of course), and let the good times roll.

Pastor, Pastor. Pastor of Muppets, you goin to jail. Pastor of Muppets you're goin to fail. But scammin the poor, you'll always make bail. Pastor. Pastor. Here in Mt Eden in prison is where you should stay. But while you're in, your people still pay. Cost them so much just to allow them to pray. Pastor. Pastor. As Matty McLean so poetically said: "This well-known self-appointed bishop can get - and I cannot stress this enough - f##ked." This person thinks earthquakes are a punishment from god about the way people live their lives. OK cool story bro, how about cults start paying taxes aye? Enjoy this beer and don't listen to religious blowhards who put other people in danger and rip off the poor.