When I would keep going back to Elijah Craig, the Town Branch kept dominating. With the freshness. The hunters and the male chauvinists loved the Stagg Jr. Well, the fucking dental students and Cold Lake era Tom G. Warrior love this Town Branch store pick single barrel. It is sooooooooooo fresh! The fresh maker. Fuck Mentos and Foo Fighters! Enter Vanity Nemesis Celtic Frost and the ever so fucking mysterious and strange Town Branch store pick. What the fuck? Foresee the wings of solitude, on Town Branch — a stranger in a strange Kentucky land — isolated from Scotland and Islay and Bardstown and allocated thoroughbred horseshit. Here it is, Town Branch from my hometown of Lexington coming in absolutely original. A mind fuck. Like Merzbow on acid. Or Cold Lake at the Milwaukee Metalfest performed by Opeth (their first concert on the USA). This is special. Uncharted territory. Cue the Sepultura song for the next track. But tell Wilmore, orthodox Josh that Town Branch and Vanity / Nemesis era Celtic Frost cruise on to the round of 32! Scotch!?!?! This is beyond scotch! Fuck scotch! This is a fresh mouthed fucking revelation! Raise your spiritual horns! I may be the Co-exist bumper sticker, but I celebrate anybody who actually believes and doesn’t ostracize non-believers. Cheers! Tom G. Warrior approves of Town Branch! Switzerland to fucking Kentucky by way of Scotland!
