Shocking, I know, but heavy metal is not my only love. In fact, I love many other things – unicorns, rainbows, all the usual suspects. Also: mixing up cocktails. Not, of course, in the sense of actually being PAID for the work; this is purely a non-remunerative hobby. Still, it got me thinking.
In the canon of heavy metal substance abuse references, cocktails are assuredly a dismally distant last. We’re all used to the bulletbelts and beer mentality, and sure, there’s a fair bit of banging on about whiskey, and yeah, seems to me like My Dying Bride has probably penned a song or two along the lines of “Woe is me and pestilence on the earth / My red wine is spilt, and my black cat fled to Perth” or some such thing. Y’all ain’t never heard Abbath start off a song by dedicating it to Blashyrkh’s Mighty Dirty Martini, is my basic point.
For your consideration, then, I offer the following Heavy Metal Cocktails. Most of these are slight variations on classic cocktail recipes, with obvious name changes and ingredient additions here and there. I have tried to list one for each of several of heavy metal’s primary subgenres. So, the next time you’re all lagered out, and can’t tell your ass from your ales from your ankles, why not try banging your head whilst imbibing a slightly classier product?
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Classic Heavy Metal: “The True Old School Old Fashioned”
– The Old Fashioned is basically like the crusty old guy in the tattered “Number of the Beast” t-shirt who watches the entire show with one foot on the bar rail, and can be heard to vaguely mutter the word “whippersnappers” every now and again. A truly classic cocktail, this would make the perfect accompaniment to your daily rite of Angel Witch and “Lightning to the Nations”, or even a trawl back to Thin Lizzy’s “Jailbreak.”
Ingredients:
– 1 1/2 oz. rye whiskey (Most types of whiskey will really suffice for a good Old Fashioned, but rye is the true old schooler’s choice. Go with bourbon if no rye’s on hand, but for sure stay away from Scotch for this one.)
– Some smallish amount of sugar
– Angostura bitters
– Orange slice
– Maraschino cherries (probably no more than two)
– Club soda
Directions:
They don’t call ’em Old Fashioned glasses for nothing, though you may also know them as lowballs (har har – fuck off). Put the sugar in the bottom of a dry Old Fashioned glass, and shake a few dashes of Angostura bitters on it. Add in the orange slice and cherries, and muddle them with the sugar and bitters to taste. Muddle the fruit more for a sweeter drink, though the classic preparation probably only bruises the fruit, releasing mostly oils rather than actual juice. Fill the glass to the top with ice, and pour the whiskey over it. I prefer to give the drink a brisk stir at this point, and then to top with just a splash of club soda. Now, listen: They’re playing your Manilla Road request.
Death Metal: “Tequila Smashed Face”
– This is basically just a classic margarita recipe that’s been fucked with. It’ll still taste mostly like a margarita, too, until you get down to the bloody dregs. I couldn’t think of a spirit that screamed DEATH FUCKING METAL at me, so I just decided to take a classic recipe, put it in the wrong glass, and add a few visual cues that ought to remind you of the blood and guts so favored by the genre’s miscreant progenitors.
Ingredients:
– 1 1/2 oz. tequila (probably of the more aged variety – a reposado or añejo – to give you a bit richer flavor against the tartness of the other ingredients)
– 3/4 oz. Cointreau (any other sort of triple sec will do in a pinch, but Cointreau is the smoothest, far and away best option)
– Juice of half a lime (do up a full lime if you like, but you’d probably want to toss in a bit of sugar or simple syrup if you go that route)
– Fresh blueberries (5-10, depending on size; enough to cover the bottom layer of a highball glass)
– Dash of grenadine
Directions:
Drop the fresh blueberries into the bottom of a dry highball glass. Muddle them gently; enough so the skins split anda bit of juice extrudes, but not so much that they completely lose definition. Combine the tequila, Cointreau, and lime juice in a cocktail shaker filled 2/3 full with ice. Fill the highball glass to the brim with fresh ice, then strain the cocktail shaker over it. Pour in a small dash of grenadine over the top, which should quickly filter through and mix with the muddled blueberries to give the drink the appearance of gruesome viscera. Well, gruesome and delicious viscera, that is. Careful not to spill your drink as you holler along to Morbid Angel.
Black Metal: “The Ragnarok Gimlet”
– The gimlet is another classic drink, and probably a somewhat odd choice to represent black metal. All I’m really doing here, though, is playing on our popular representation of black metal as obsessed with the freezing cold of Scandinavian winters and sounding like the fuzzed-out maelstrom of a bestial blizzard. The key to really feeling the icy creep of evil in this drink is taking it VERY easy on the lime, and shaking the holy living fuck out of it to ensure MAXIMUM CHILL (which sounds like a long lost Steven Seagal flick, now that I think of it).
Ingredients:
– 1 1/2 oz. gin (make it 2 oz. if you want to really taste the grimness)
– A very sparing dash of Rose’s Sweetened Lime Juice
Directions:
Classically, the gimlet is served shaken and straight-up, but here I’m having you shake it but then serve it in an ice-filled lowball, so as best to simulate an icicle of black dread. Fill a cocktail shaker 1/2 full with ice, then pour in the gin and splash of sweetened lime. Then shake it like a soul possessed with the raw fury of Bathory, trapped in the midst of The Howling Wind’s Into the Cryosphere (or, better yet, Sleep Research Facility’s Deep Frieze). Shake it until your arm is just about to bust out of its socket. Then, strain it over a lowball filled with fresh ice. Consume quickly. And seriously. Please do not smile.
Grindcore: “Multinational Corporations Brought You This Swedish Mule”
– This one is just a Moscow Mule, adapted by adding a Swedish liqueur so as to pay homage to Nasum and all the other greats of Swedish grindcore. Made with the right kind of ingredients, this little fucker packs quite a kick, and when you add in one of the apocryphal stories about this drink’s genesis as a way for organized crime to sneakily serve alcohol during Prohibition in the States, this should at least hint at some of the political furor that so animates grindcore’s most hallowed practitioners.
Ingredients:
– 1 oz. vodka (though an extra tip of the bottle won’t hurt any)
– 1/2 oz. Rose’s Sweetened Lime Juice (you can use fresh-squeezed lime instead, but I prefer Rose’s, so long as you don’t use too much)
– 6-8 oz. ginger beer (NOTE: It is absolutely crucial for the success of this drink that you are using a ginger beer rather than a ginger ale. Or, if you’re using something called ginger ale, be sure that it’s brewed in the older fashion, where it actually has the bite and spice of real ginger. That Canada Dry bullshit ain’t going to cut it here.)
– Splash (or up to 1/2 oz.) Cherry Heering (Cherry Heering is a Swedish liqueur, or really more like a cherry brandy. Go with Heering, though, rather than some cheaper knock-off cherry brandy, which will more likely than not remind you of childhood cough syrups.)
Directions:
Fill a highball glass with ice. Pour the vodka and lime juice over the ice, and fill the glass almost the rest of the way full with the ginger beer. Give things a little stir, and then pour a small bit of the Cherry Heering over the top. The cherry flavor should be subtle enough so as not to overpower the fierce kick of ginger (redolent of Napalm Death and Terrorizer’s pioneering use of the blastbeat, say), but should give the drink that nice sheen of blood-soaked lore, just like the daily work of government and corporations is to wring out their dollars to squeeze out the blood of the poor and innocent. Et cetera.
Doom: “Summer In Siberia”
– I wanted to keep things fairly simple for this. Doom has its roots in the UK (as does all heavy metal, obviously), so another option for a doom metal drink is a Black Velvet (half Guinness Draught, half champagne). Still, some of the gloomiest, most stretched-out dooooooom has lately come from Scandinavia, and Finland in particular, the landscape of which, in my mind at least, is of a piece with the vast snow-sodden expanses of Russia, with its stoic tundra pockmarked with rusted machinery and towering industrial factories. Realities so blunt require a drink unvarnished with niceties and distractions. The lemon is there as merely a gesture; a poor substitute for the blighted sun, perhaps never to return.
Ingredients:
– Vodka. In some amount. More than 2 oz. might be pushing it, but hell, this is DOOOOOOM.
– A squeeze of fresh lemon
Directions:
This is another one that I think ought to be as cold as possible. If you’re averse to having the cloudy appearance that shards of cracked ice will give to the drink as I’m presenting it here, then feel free to stir the drink in the cocktail shaker rather than shake it. If you stir it, though, stir it many times, and quickly. Otherwise: Fill a cocktail shaker 1/2 full of ice. Pour in the vodka, and shake the shit out of it. Strain the chilled vodka into a lowball glass filled with fresh ice. Give a freshly cut lemon a little squeeze over the top of the glass, and give it a stir. Now, sit and wait for the slow, inevitable crush of the tectonic plates. Mother Russia demands solicitude and obedience.
Sludge: “The Bayou Filth Hound”
– The American South is known for its whiskeys, whether it be Tennessee’s Jack Daniels or the fuck tons of bourbons from Kentucky. That same climate has, as you know, produced a bearded slew of sludging bruisers in recent years; look to the Savannah, Georgia scene if you require proof (mildly-veiled Deathspell Omega reference, hey-o). This concoction is one of my very favorite variations on the classic Old Fashioned recipe (obviously with many liberties taken), and adds the mint in homage to the signature drink of the Kentucky Derby, the mint julep. Plus, this preparation of the drink produces a viscous, swampy-looking thing that sits in your glass, daring you to drink its poison promise down. Muddy like the backwaters of Louisiana, this one.
Ingredients:
– 1 1/2 or 2 oz. of good Kentucky bourbon (Maker’s Mark tends to be my go-to because of its wide availability, but any fine bourbon, especially of the spicier variety, will do quite nicely)
– Brown sugar (anywhere from a pinch to a few spoonfuls, depending on your preference)
– Angostura bitters (anywhere from one dash to half a dozen)
– Half a lime
– Two Maraschino cherries
– Four or five fresh mint leaves
– Club soda
Directions:
Just like the Old Fashioned above, you’ll be building this drink in a lowball glass. Put the brown sugar in the bottom of the empty glass (hella existential). Personally, I like a bit more brown sugar than you might imagine. At least a good spoonful, I’d say. Then, to counteract the potential over-sweetness, I like to give several hefty dashes of Angostura bitters over the sugar. Cut the lime half into quarters, and muddle them with the Maraschino cherries in the sugar and bitters. Feel free to muddle with vigor here, as we’re trying to go for the opaque, swampy look with this drink. After you’ve released most of the juices from the fruit, toss in the mint leaves, and muddle just a little more, but now more gently, so that you keep the leaves intact, but bruised. Now fill the glass with ice and pour in the bourbon. At this point, give the drink a good stirring, and then top it off with a bit of club soda. Finally, hold the glass up to your eyes and gaze into its murky depths. Un-receded flood waters. Alligators glide with stealth through the swamp. A man plucks a banjo on a wooden porch, but cannot be heard over the noise of your favorite Eyehategod record. Pull this drink in between your teeth. Feel the thickness, and taste, in its chill, the oppressive heat of America. Your America. My America. Our sadness.
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Cheers!
Actually the true original Old Fashioned didn’t have muddled lemon, orange, maraschino, nor club soda, but simply spirit, sugar, bitters, and ice, stirred.
The Old Fashioned with the above abominations is actually the “new school” Old Fashioned, for lack of a better term, and was a product of Prohibition, where bartenders added muddled fruits and such to mask the vile taste of the cheap liquors, since good liquor was either impossible to find or prohibitively expensive.
Just thought you should know.
Cheers!
A perfectly valid point, and thanks for bringing it up. I suppose my intention in calling this an “old school” Old Fashioned was primarily because I love these with rye whiskey, which I have found woefully difficult to come by at all but the most forward- ( or backward- ?) thinking bars and restaurants.
Still, to my knowledge, your description of the “original” Old Fashioned as comprising “simply spirit, sugar, bitters, and ice, stirred” tallies with my understanding of what the word “cocktail” itself originally meant. Is there a particular configuration of those base elements that you are claiming made the original Old Fashioned recipe?
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