The King Dukes. A bunch of misfits, left behinds, step outta time vagabonds. Hiding in plain sight in the corner of the cafe, Former Cappuccino kids, with sugar on their lips and a wry smile in their eyes. Found on the back of the bus. Earphones in, Record box in hand, sure in the knowledge they have heaven at their fingertips.
Join the tribe. Be a Soul Rebel...
This is just between us and you. Tribe rules exist for a reason.
You are now a King Duke, welcome to the tribe new Soul Rebel.