This minor hit by a minor artist has only two things to recommend it and they’re both really interesting. First, it is clearly a commercial for some restaurant called The House of Blue Lights, which may or may not exist. Second, the singer is totally insane. He runs words together and syncopates beats in such a weird way that the phrase “Detroit Barbecue Ribs” comes out as “de-TROIT-uh barb-UH-cue RIBS”, which is too fun to sing. Add to that the serving of “fine eight beats” and you’ll really wish you could go to the house-uh, the house of blue lights.
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