Cymande Are Possibly the Most Sampled British Musical Artists of All Time
Cymande was foundational in the creation of hip-hop, disco, house, drum and bass, and rare groove, passed through generations like so much underground music.
Cymande was foundational in the creation of hip-hop, disco, house, drum and bass, and rare groove, passed through generations like so much underground music.
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