The messed up electronics of mentally ill Glasgow Southsiders. The rage of not being served in the off license quick enough. The despair as you lose a shoe in a pothole. The far off scream of tyres as an Audi leaves the road and crashes into Queens Park. The sharp tang of skunk haning in the air. A pair of trousers discarded in the street. Puke being eaten by pigeons. That's We Are Creosote.