Nasty Midwest muck brewed in Wisconsin for Indiana company sponsored by Ohio syndicate. Generic-named, purple-canned light lager starts desolate and watery, then turns ugly quick. Disturbing sourly skunked malt pungency, rotted vegetable continuance, and miring malt-liquored corn oiling not worse than cat-pissed ginger ale putridity. Chalky aspirin-like solvency beckons. As The Jam once sang, ‘the bitterest pill is mine today.’ At $11 a 30-pack it’s still not a bargain. Just awful.