I'm in a dubious Orcadian disco, arguing with the elderly chap on the mixing desk.

He resolutely ignores me, peering off to the middle distance where a seething mass of St Magnus festivalities are being Bongshanged.

In the end I stick my head in a bucket of Raven Ale and learn to breath [sic] beer.

And why aren't Bongshang superstars, anyway, in the ambient pop folk dance banjo fiddle guitar dub firmament?Perversely, I think.

A painstaking refusal to release music they don't believe in, or these days to release music on anything but their own terms.Anyway, here's vy-lo-fone, startling in its simplicity (never has the ascetic traditionalism of Shetlandic tunes seemed so powerful) astounding in its complexity (Launderette surely sees the gathering of all Bongshang's many influences into a sinuous, sinewy whole).