Inu: Hacia El Abismo, 12" Maxi Single (Vinyl)
Inu: Hacia El Abismo, 12" Maxi Single (Vinyl)
€7.90
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Inu
Hacia El Abismo
  • 12" Maxi Single (Vinyl)
  • Spain
includes printed inner sleeve, Hardcore from Spain
  • Grita O Muere Records
  • (none)
  • 10 Tracks
  • no barcode
  • EX / EX
  • used

tracks

A1

A Sus Espaldas

A2

Aceite En El Pelo

A3

El Arte De La Guerra

A4

¿En Qué Bando Estás?

A5

Mañana Sería Igual

B1

Las Tornas Cambiarán

B2

Un Hueso Duro De Roer

B3

Nostalgia

B4

Hacia El Abismo

B5

Invulnerables

Credits

Bass
  • Corey
Drums
  • Javi
Guitar
  • Moro
Vocals
  • Marcuni

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