Makabert Fynd: Systemkollaps...?, 12" Maxi Single (Vinyl)
Makabert Fynd: Systemkollaps...?, 12" Maxi Single (Vinyl)
€9.90
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Makabert Fynd
Systemkollaps...?
  • 12" Maxi Single (Vinyl)
  • European Union
includes lyric sheet, Crust from Sweden
  • Phobia Records
  • (PR 142)
  • Anomie Records (2)
  • (P.U.T. 043)
  • Rawmantic Disasters
  • (073)
  • Dark Elk Records
  • (DE003)
  • Mangel Wax
  • (MW007)
  • Up The Punx
  • (UTP #46)
  • 2 Tracks
  • no barcode
  • EX / EX
  • used

tracks

A1

Ni Som Hyllar

A2

Sväljer Art

A3

Väller Ut Skit

A4

Kalla Kårar

A5

Av Eliten - För Eliten

A6

Dom Nya Rasisterna

B1

Sverigemoderaterna

B2

Ledarclown

B3

Fienden Ibland Oss

B4

Testosteron

B5

Titta På Egoisten

B6

Man Blir Ju Så Besviken

B7

Striker Hella Tiin

Credits

Bass
  • Pona
Drums
  • Joel Axelsson
Guitar
  • Anders
Vocals
  • Mattis Rundgren
  • Poffen

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