I have to admit to a certain reticence
when it comes to Summer Sweat;
following directions given by on-screen
indicators, a haunting trip
through the ruins of Chernobyl as a sniper
in ghillie-suit camouflage, but
anything with people actually singing "ba-pah-
pah" makes it hard not to sing along.
If this sounds grandiose, so is Summer Sweat:
no words to remember, no words to forget.
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