sickmangettingsick.records Leipzig, Germany
A D.I.Y. underground record label from Leipzig, Germany.
We prefer dark, melancholic and heavy music. Our spectrum is
between Black Metal, Doom, Drone, Folk & Dark Hardcore.
Important to us is to distance ourselves from all fascist and racist bullshit.
Feel free to send requests concerning help with releases. We do our best to contact everyone back — if not, we don't like it or don't have money.
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