Record Labels and Websites Distributing Free Music
- Audition Records free and non-free CC licenses
- Dogmazic — free and non-free CC licenses, GNU GPL
- Free Music Archive
- Jamendo (free and non-free CC licenses, Free Art License)
- LOCA Records
- Magnatune
- Opsound
- Sean Terrington Wright (free and CC licenses, Free Art License)
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