Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories Soundtrack
The soundtrack of the video game Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories is presented as a series of radio stations that broadcast music and information to Vice City, circa 1984. Most of these stations are also featured in Grand Theft Auto: Vice City; however, as Vice City is set two years later, there are many differences between the stations. This provides an additional mini-storyline involving the DJs and personalities who feature in both games. Some stations and radio shows have suggestively ended broadcast by GTA: Vice City's timeline.
The only time a player can hear the radio is when the protagonist acquires a car (or in the "Audio" section of the pause menu). The station that will be playing when the player gets in is fairly random but it can be changed or switched off if desired.
Besides the radio stations, music can also be heard during the game's intro sequence (Vice Squad composed by Stuart Hart, Steven Stern and Thomas Hirschmann) and some cutscenes.
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