Not to be a pollyanna, but there appear to be some unbroken bottles there.
When I was a kid there used to be a couple of breweries in east Baltimore, and I'd pass near them once or twice a week on the way to band rehearsals with my daddy.
The stuff that's left over after fermenting is a mash that doesn't smell too disgusting if you're used to it. They'd load it in tank trucks and haul it away for feeding hogs. One night we passed a spot where the tanker had overturned and spilled the stuff, and it was in piles, about six feet high, while the fire dawgs were hosing it away. I guess today that'd be considered a hazmat spill...Dad said the stuff was as slippery to drive through as wet snow.