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32A003

32A003

Artists

Various

Catno

32A003

Formats

1x Vinyl 12"

Country

UK

Release date

Mar 15, 2023

New City Road Records.

32A003 is a tribute to the six years Idle Hands spent on City Road in Bristol. The artists all have close ties to the city and reflect some of the UK centric that was pushed in the shop. This one is for all the record shops out there, as such this is a vinyl only release.

Media: Mi
Sleeve: M

15.99€*

*Taxes included, shipping price excluded

A1

Wilfy D - When U Needed

A2

OH91 - Flavours

B1

DJ Polo - RMV TH VWLS

B2

Sir Hiss - Diver

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