Putting the frighteners on anyone who thinks beer should mind its own business and cower behind the wine rack. Launched in 2013 out of the old Dunlop tyre factory in darkest Maidstone, we were embraced enthusiastically from the get go by Wellington’s beer cognoscenti of beardy app developers, design grads and contractors from the Ministry of Social Development.

Starting with four stock beers of spot-hitting quality and consistency it wasn’t long before we were turning out hopped-up, weirded-out specials every other week just to sate the demand of a public who wanted their tastebuds destroyed with every pint.

While we’ll always call Upper Hutt home, Panhead knows that crappy beer is an international problem so we’re colonising the globe as fast as we can. Australia has got the message already. Rest of the World, you’ve been warned.