Crutches: Såld, LP (Vinyl)
Crutches: Såld, LP (Vinyl)
Crutches: Såld, LP (Vinyl)
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Crutches
Såld

  • LP (Vinyl)
  • European Union
reissue, green / yellow splattered wax, with insert
  • Not Enough Records
  • (N.E.R. 046)
  • Phobia Records
  • (PR 145)
  • Rawmantic Disasters
  • (RAW068)
  • Profane Existence
  • (EXIST169)
  • Distro-Y Records
  • (DY047)
  • Mundo En Kaos Records
  • (M.E.K.025)
  • Breeding For Extinction
  • (none)
  • 11 Tracks
  • no barcode
  • EX+ / EX+
  • virgin

tracks

A1

Sociesick

A2

Med Vilken Rätt?

Vocals
  • Carro
A3

Såld

A4

Powered

A5

Madness

A6

Smittohärden

Vocals
  • Monica
B1

Burning Bridges

B2

Förnekelse

B3

Guerra Social

Vocals
  • Wellington
B4

Du Är Ditt Eget Fel

B5

Gräv En Grop

Credits

Artwork
  • Steve Ass-Tray
Bass
  • Tom
Vocals
  • Tom
  • Andreas Nilsson
  • Eddie
  • Oskar
Drums
  • Disdaniel
Guitar
  • Andreas Nilsson
  • Eddie
Layout
  • Andreas Nilsson
Recorded By
  • Andreas Nilsson
  • Oskar
Mixed By
  • Mattias Persson
Mastered By
  • Mattias Persson

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