Diagnosis? Bastard!: Silenciado, LP (Vinyl)
Diagnosis? Bastard!: Silenciado, LP (Vinyl)
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Diagnosis? Bastard!
Silenciado
  • LP (Vinyl)
  • Germany
limited edition of 450 copies on black vinyl, includes lyric sheet
  • Kink Records
  • (KR-035)
  • 12 Tracks
  • no barcode
  • EX / EX
  • used

tracks

A1

Viles

2:07
A2

The Magick Hour

1:17
A3

Negative Vomit

0:59
A4

Nervous

1:20
A5

Boring Sex

1:06
A6

Crazy Glue

2:08
B1

Grinds To a Halt

2:00
B2

Black Christmas

1:07
B3

Archaic Illusions

1:04
B4

Triangle Eyes

1:21
B5

Going Nowhere Slow

1:39
B6

Suggested Reading for the Confused

1:43

Credits

Bass
  • Lucas Lima
Artwork
  • Lucas Lima
Backing vocals
  • Lucas Lima
Drums
  • Viktor Bergman
Guitar
  • Gareth Smith
Vocals
  • Bloody Kev

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