Miserable pale ale, with a strong herbal dryness mixed with an unusually prominent sweet corn/caramel backbone and an off-putting burnt-plastic undertone (not unbearable but noticeable, enough to make me wonder if something's gone wrong with the canning of this pint). Hops add citrus and pine, but the sweetness grows as the beer warms, and those off flavors only get stronger. Decent wet malt-citrus-pine nose, and texture's good, but I very much hope this glass isn't how the brewers want Pixel Bomb to taste.