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Data Memory Access
Yearning For Cobalt LP

Yearning For Cobalt LP

Catno

MW006

Formats

2x Vinyl 12"

Country

Germany

Release date

May 10, 2023

DMA, Data Memory Access, Jacopo Latini & Giammarco Orsini, where would we be without them?

DMA, Data Memory Access, Jacopo Latini & Giammarco Orsini, where would we be without them? This iconic duo, the producers of our first release which we couldn’t be happier about, now signed MW006 in the form of a well curated album (2x12"). The tracks range from deep synthy grooves to proper club bangers.

Media: Mi
Sleeve: M

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A1

Secret Space

A2

Cobalt

B1

Overnight

B2

Trascendence

C1

Cypher

C2

Nowhere

D1

Nothing Like You (Ft. SYS)

D2

Dis Connection

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