Various: Girls Kick Ass, LP (Vinyl)
Various: Girls Kick Ass, LP (Vinyl)
€8.90
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Various
Girls Kick Ass
Bratmobile
Wallride
Mensen
Bambix
Fabulous Disaster
und 9 weitere ...
  • LP (Vinyl)
  • European Union
  • Vitaminepillen Records
  • (VP 091)
  • 14 Tracks
  • no barcode
  • EX / EX
  • used
  • minor hairline marks on vinyl, minor shelf wear on sleeve, price stickers on back sleeve

tracks

A1

The Gits
Whirlwind

3:03
A2

Fabulous Disaster
Gia

2:16
A3

The Butchies
More Rock More Talk

2:33
A4

Bambix
Julie

3:18
A5

Killi
Engano

3:00
A6

She-Male Trouble
Time Runs Fast

1:23
A7

The Beautys
Fuck Evolution

1:31
B1

Windfall
Foolproof

4:42
B2

Mensen
Tommy Lee

2:05
B3

Bratmobile
Eating Toothpaste

2:26
B4

Inkoma
HC

1:39
B5

Wallride
Love For Music

2:53
B6

Bulimia
Lute Pela Sua Vida

1:00
B7

The Lulabelles
Give Me A Bear

1:53

Credits

Artwork by
  • Marcel Ruijters
Producer
  • R-S-T

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