I was sitting over a coffee at the Mills bandstand yesterday with Steve and Harry when Onoe Caponoe walked by. Harry, a big fan, said hello. I had no idea who he was.
“From the grey murky depths of a London floor Onoe Caponoe deconnects his brain from the physical to reach another planet through music. Funk Mafi Slump Bashy Drunk Smashy Crunk Mashy Skunk Trash Punk Flash Funkadelic West Coast Tripple Playaz Slayaz...
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