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CREEPING- Be My Edie
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BROWN PISS- Mandibles
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BROWN PISS- Fartyrs
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BROWN PISS- Shed My Skin
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Chaotic Noise Productions (label) Richmond, Virginia
Chaotic Noise Productions a.k.a. C.N.P. Since 1992 cassette, vinyl, CD releases by SUPPRESSION, OOZING MEAT, MUTWAWA, BROWN PISS, RECTAL PUS, ABORTION BREATH, ANIMAL PAIN, FACIALMESS, MASTICATED POLYPS, BRUTILATED, LANDFILL, FLVX CAPACITOR, AVA, SULFURIC CAUTERY, DEGLOVED, CREEPING, THE EARWIGS, FAKE OBJECT, BUILDING OF GEL, SCAB ADDICT, VAULT DEPROGRAMMER, ULTRACIDE, BLACK LEATHER JESUS ... more
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