Broxburn Funk

Being
Broxburn Funk
Firecracker

Cat#: FIREC030LP
Format: Vinyl
Pre-Order £18.00
Rubadub's Review

Downright essential for those who are grabbing the Ampoule reissues, the SW. album on Avenue 66 and whats the likes of Ex-Terrestrial and Ura are releasing on Naff and Temple.

Throughout the early and mid 90's, Being released a series of records on Weatherall's Special Emissions label. Collaborated with Claude Young and also produced the rare as hens teeth Two Lone Swordsmen And A Being 12" with Weatherall and Tenniswood, whilst his Tides album was remixed by Ectomorph, Insync and more. Years later he'd resurface as the Wee DJ's and releasing idiosyncratic electro on Daz Quayle's SCSI-AV label and Sativa's Gasoline imprint.

being, then ...

Locked in a 486 glow, lightblink machines nightlight, being enters lighttime limelight. The long nineties already distending, the Major midbloats, crowds throng superclubs- strobelit honeys on a podium in Ibiza already blasted a stratosphere away from mildewed badflats, emphysemic parlours, the fug of week old washing drying slowly on the rad. Ach we’ll hang it out in the morning fire another joint of badhash and turn that tape over. We are being Here. beings disconnected, shut ins, psychick worriers, long walks to and from clubs, mostly dark, always raining, or mizzling anyway, lug bigbrick machines into cabs and Venue, setup and playing live and right now from the lounge lobby at Sativa, down the stairs from the caustic, twitching thrashpit being sits, being works. Dole sludge, shirking class zeroes, scoff pizza rolls w salad cream, that headchef gaffer never reckoned you’d graft at the potwash, a slick fur of rotfood dish slop residue right to the elbow, absolutely bowfin. Rumours of other places, people, scenes, tapes sent and emissaries return, invites to get trains, overnightbus south to London. being brought water to the ‘wells in South London and monthly emissions snaked out into the world, into badflats elsewhere where gowched couch tatties sprawl and the being burrowed deep into memories.. Tea is toast and sandwich spread and endless crisps as the binbags pile high in the backyard, the being blinks, it’s a twilit morning and it’s time to go to bed.

Produced by being, Edinburgh.