Its not unlike a legend story shared around a campfire in the dead of night by an Aboriginal Elder with one eye and a name with the word Bone in it.
Out of the bedroom broke forth 2 unheard of left field wackos who smoothly emerged as Aussie Jazz/Funk Hip Hop Pioneers along with the Urban Poets and Melbournes Mama's Funkstikools.
But then, as quick as they came they disappeared. From obscurity into obscurity.
In the words of Uncle Chuck: "here we go again", back with something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. Reminiscent of your aunties wedding the Knomaads are hooking up Train Trax and unleashing them on unsuspecting bridal parties everywhere.
Available for 13th's and Bar Mitzvahs or any other major Australian Music Festival "…here come the knomaads with there latest record release."