Anti-Cimex: Country Of Sweden, LP (Vinyl)
Anti-Cimex: Country Of Sweden, LP (Vinyl)
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Anti-Cimex
Country Of Sweden
  • LP (Vinyl)
  • United Kingdom
black vinyl in gatefold sleeve, reissue of 1990 debut album of Swedish Hardcore Punk/Metal legends
  • Back On Black
  • (BOBV547LP)
  • 10 Tracks
  • UPC 803343174403
  • heavy item (300g)
  • M- / M-
  • virgin
  • sealed, but foil starts to open

tracks

A1

Under The Sun

A2

Going Down

A3

Sister Daylight

A4

Share My Life

A5

Wheel Of Life

B1

Daughters Of Pride

B2

1990

B3

Fear My Nerves

B4

Doing Time

B5

Rose

Credits

Bass
  • Conrad
Composed by
  • Anti-Cimex
Drums
  • Charlie Claeson
Guitar
  • Cliff Lundberg
Vocals
  • Freke

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