Proto-avant prog, of the pseudo-gypsy wedding persuasion, that can't help but feel somewhat incomplete without the proper week-long reception - that is, with the exception of "What I Did Last Summer", that does its best to implant you with the false memory of having been there and partying so hard that you can't remember a single thing about it - which I don't, so it must be true, because that is the way of the world now.
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