Edinburgh’s saki-slurping, scuzz-cabaret, hipster, noise terrorists are back. And they are ready to be heard. They are solitary beasts who are to be found Climbing mountains, hiding on Finnish islands, beating grouse, playing African harps, dj-ing in Germany, chasing turtles, talking total shit to cowboys in karaoke bars, fighting about silly hats, stocking up on tins of fruit, jumping festival fences, leaping out of windows and protesting about the idiots. But the waiting is over, it’s time. It’s our time. The clock has clicked. The waiting is over. We have come to save the soul of music