Sebadoh's Defend Yourself artwork...

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Here's a video featuring the reveal of artwork to be used on the upcoming new Sebadoh album, Defend Yourself, which is being released by Joyful Noise.  It's scheduled to release September 17, 2013.


The video was provided by Joyful Noise.

Sebadoh "Defend Yourself" Artwork Reveal from Joyful Noise on Vimeo.

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