I Would Do Anything for a Proper Craft Beer, But I Won’t Listen to That

The only problem was the Coldplay. The Coldplay and craft beer don’t mix. Coldplay with a moldy slice of Wonder Bread and a bottle of lukewarm Corona? Sure, why not. I can appreciate the dreadful blandness and inspired take on self-flagellation such a pairing would provide. I do not, however, want to feel fucking Coldplay being shoved down my poor, defenseless ear canals while I’m sitting in a proper beer bar, drinking craft beer, attempting to have a good time by myself in Perth.