If repetition summons hell, I've got you covered

I've lived in Canada for a few years and just when I start thinking, "There's little discernible difference between Canadians and Americans," something like Trooper goes and throws a wrench in my thesis.

Have you ever had a wrench thrown in your thesis? I guess it's more typical to have a wrench thrown at your thesis, and then only at plumbers' grad school. Still, the basic idea is the same: What the hell is the deal with Trooper?

If you went to allmusic and a record review featured the phrases "carefree snippets of harmonica" and "cordial blues-rock guitar riffs", you'd run screaming, wouldn't you?

You would ... unless you were from Canada.

To be fair, maybe it's a prairies thing.

But maybe it's not.

I first heard "Raise a little hell" at a karaoke party last year. The crowd went nuts. I was amused by the basic idea, that of raising a little hell; we wouldn't want to raise too much, now would we? Just a nice, manageable amount of hell, if you please; we've got to go to work in the morning.

But the repetition! Oh, the repetition was painful. Instead of writing a chorus, they'd just repeat "raise a little hell" a few times with that way-too-high hair-metal-harmony "Are you ready to raaaaaaaaaaahck" voice.

Hippie Crystal asked me if I could download the song and burn it to a cd for her (like all things Hippie Crystal, her motivations defy scrutiny). I thought, "What a complete waste of a cd for one song." So I made a track I like to call "Highlights from 'Raise a little hell'". Its half-assed production values make it sorta charming, and I think you'll agree that it's not significantly more annoying than the original.

It's 66 megabytes; I guess that's pretty annoying.

Right-click and "Save as ...", and wait for Lucifer to show up. I bet you five bucks he'll show up to ask you to turn it down.