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Subsonics ‎– Flesh Colored Paint. Label: Slovenly Recordings ‎– 702-205.

Atlanta's Subsonics are a gutter-glam, minimal rock 'n' roll trio. This is their eighth album and it's called Flesh Colored Paint. We hope you'll find something within to make you think, or at the very least, dance, if it's too deep. Sample this album Artist (Sample). 1. 30. Flesh Colored Paint.

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Home Rock . Slovenly US. SUBSONICS. Format: LP in spot-varnish sleeve Cat: 702205 Released: 10 Apr 18 Genre: Rock. 100% Secure Shopping. Best music store: 5 time winners. Help & Information.

Is Flesh Colored Paint the best album by Subsonics? BestEverAlbums. com brings together thousands of 'greatest ever album' charts and calculates an overall ranking. This album At A Glance. Flesh Colored Paint by Subsonics (2018) Release date: 2018-04-24 Overall rank: 57,591st. Accolades: Top albums of 2018 (1,562nd). Top albums of the 2010s (15,855th). Best albums of all time (57,591st).

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Subsonics-Flesh Colored Paint-2018-404. May 11th, 2018 4:36 Music Rock. Subsonics – Flesh Colored Paint 2. Subsonics – You Got Eyes 3. Subsonics – Baby and Chita 4. Subsonics – Why Should Anybody Care at All 5. Subsonics – Begging Hands 6. Subsonics – Too Much Too Many Heartaches 7. Subsonics – Die a Little 8. Subsonics – In the Black Spot 9. Subsonics – Most Popular Boy in Town 10. Subsonics – I Must Be Poisoned 11. Subsonics – I Believe I Don’t Believe 12. Subsonics – Johnny Left-Hand 13.

Atlanta’s Subsonics return for their 8th LP, Flesh Colored Paint on Slovenly Recordings, and continue with their gutter-trash primitive glam rock ‘n’ roll. Anyone who has followed the Subsonics career thus far will be in no doubt as to the debt that they owe to a certain New York arthouse band and this album is no different. The songs rock along through jiving dirty rhythms while singer Clay Reed croons away in his affecting drawl, a drunken hybrid of Lou Reed and Marc Bolan