Readers of this blog will be all to familiar with our generic stance on beer extremity, but we prefer not to paint ourselves into corners. With this in mind, I bellied up to the The Old Toad’s weathered bar and ordered a Boulder Mojo Risin’ Double IPA.

It pains me to admit how much I liked this beer, mostly because the name references a Doors song and I hate The Doors. All through high school I was subjected to their uninspired, organ-heavy boring, flat-voiced singsong pop. And everyone’s always like “Oh! Jim Morrison is such a great poet!” He was not a poet; he was a hack. ee cummings was a great poet. Ralph Waldo Emerson was a great poet. The guy who wrote “There once was a girl from Nantucket” was a better poet than Morrison, who once penned the line “If they say I never loved you/You know they are a liar.”  Jim Morrison can kiss my ass.

But I digress.

I was expecting a raw, bitter, overwhelmingly hoppy beer with a back end composed of harsh alcohol heat, but Mojo Risin’ is much more subtle than that. It’s buttery smooth without being cloying, and the intense bitterness is complemented by a malt smoothness that rounds off and effectively subdues the taste of the alcohol. This is a dangerous beer; it would be easy to absent-mindedly consume several pints while forgetting that it’s 10.5% ABV.

I’ve had this experience with a couple “extreme” beers lately. Could it be that the brewers who make them are growing a bit self-conscious about their single-minded pursuit of strength and bitterness above all else? If extreme beer turns into good beer, the American brewing community will realy have made its mark in the world of beer.

-Mark