World Container is not the best Tragically Hip album. That honor would go to Day for Night or In Violet Light, IMO, with We Are The Same nipping at their heels. But it's a deeply enjoyable album, in spite of the goofiness and many iffy lyrics. The tunes are good, but I think the key to its appeal is the sense of genuine desperation that just pervades every song. "The Lonely End of the Rink" is all based around a looney hockey metaphor, but the anguish and twisted-up emotion in Gord Downie's voice is so real that it ends up being one of the best songs on the album and one of my favorite Hip tracks ever. Sure, it doesn't have the incredible majesty of "Grace, Too" or "It's A Good Life If You Don't Weaken," but it's a damned fine song that just gets into the blood and makes me feel.