Rot: Drowned In Restrictions, 7" Single (Vinyl)
Rot: Drowned In Restrictions, 7" Single (Vinyl)
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Rot
Drowned In Restrictions

  • 7" Single (Vinyl)
  • Brazil
This EP was recorded and mixed at Phonovox Studios (Sto. André-SP) on 8th August 1992.
  • Rotthenness Records
  • (RDCD 005)
  • 11 Tracks
  • no barcode
  • EX- / EX
  • used

tracks

A1

The Actor

A2

Reality Based On Lies

A3

My Enemy

A4

Nice Face (Shit Intelligence)

A5

Cruel Face Of Life

B1

Very Important People

B2

What I Feel Is What I Want

B3

No Gods No Masters

B4

Save The Scene

B5

Removing The Mask

B6

Catch As Catch Can

Credits

Drums
  • Claudinei
Vocals
  • Claudinei
Guitar
  • Mendigo
Bass
  • Mendigo
Voice
  • Marcelo R. Batista

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