Description
We had an inkling that it wouldn’t be long before Marquis Hawkes reared his mysterious ass again. Even after the success of his last drop for DABJ we’re no closer to finding out the real identity of this cheeky funkmonger. He’s probably holed up in his caravan right now, taking massive bong hits, fingering his 808 and having a good old laugh at us all. And if he isn’t doing that then he’s most certainly at the club, double-fisted with two fine single malts and draped in wimmin, while the DJ drops his shit.