Can't Contain Myself

Okay.

If, like me, you're from Canada, and you don't enjoy at least one Tragically Hip song, I have to admit I harbor serious suspicions about your character.

Also: The Tragically Hip's World Container is a wonderful album. Freaking wonderful.

Released at the end of last year (after almost a quarter-century of these Kingston, Ontariah fellas playing rock music together), and produced by populist knob-twiddler Bob Rock (God bless 'im), the whole damn affair is non-stop, goosebump-happy, joyful-bawling GREAT, track 1 through 11.

Frontman Gord Downie's a poet, yes, an abstracting sensitive fella, but he also knows how to scream and howl like a man through a wall of balls-out, aggressive youthful energy still tapped effortlessly by these guys as if they weren't anywhere near nudging middle-age.

It amazes me I could limit this minimix to only 4 of the album's songs, but alas, sometimes I am temperate.

GAH! NO! Screw that!

Rock on!!!

(For Trev.)

World Hip