Present
Darnell now lives in Sweden and London, and still tours with the current Coconuts, Eva Tudor-Jones (Mama Coconut of 14 years from London), Jessica Forsman (From Finland, the newest member), Aimee Bramall (From London) and Bongo Eddie (the last standing original member). He is currently collaborating with writer/producer Peter Schott on a contemporary musical, to be produced by Son Of Kong Productions. The project features vocals/guitar by former Creole band member and rising star Mark Anthony Jones.
In 2008, for the last time, Kid Creole toured the UK starring in the stage show Oh! What a Night, a disco musical produced by Random Concerts.
Kid Creole and the Coconuts most recent studio album entitled 'I Wake Up Screaming' was released on September 12, 2011 on !K7/Strut records. The single 'I Do Believe' was released on July 19 available for download and at all surviving music stores throughout the U.K, Europe and the U.S.
Darnell has also been back in the studio, totally re-mixing and re-mastering his favourite Kid Creole songs spanning his whole back catalogue with Master ToKo and Lord highOwl from audio-visual electronica band .
Never released recordings are available http://reverbnation.com/augustdarnell
At the end of 2010 the Kid and his Coconuts toured Germany with The Night of the Proms, also starring Boy George and Sir Cliff Richard. They previously appeared in the Night of the Proms in Holland and Belgium in 2007 with Chic, Macy Gray and Donna Summer.
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