Summer is the season of XTC. Gimme an over-produced clusterfuck of pop brilliance like Skylarking or Apple Venus Vol. 1 over that sad bastard shit y'all love to partake of, 'cause I'm having none of it. I demand chimey guitars and love songs laced heavily with superlatives. Gimme bad puns and triple ententes.
And I want it all RIGHT NOW.
And I want it all RIGHT NOW.
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Ironically, you're beginning to sound like Veruca Salt!
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She had a hot accent! 