Biffy Clyro are possibly one of the only bands in Brittan, if not the world at the moment, which can still be exclusively defined as just plain Rock.
Although Biffy has yet to reach chart fame (with only one of their fourteen singles reaching the top twenty) there current fans, though few and far between are possibly some of the most faithful fans ever. Whilst recently on the Kerrang tour, I felt a mass amount of sympathy for the other bands that played before them; it was blatant that 99% of people in that room were there for Biffy and Biffy only. Far from the electric and masturbatory tones that filled the main hall at Rock City, Biffy presence on stage looked more like it was a mere jamming session in their parent’s garage than a near sell out tour, and that there were genuinely happy to play for us. Even though its common knowledge that all members smoke cannabis regularly both on and off tour, their music, especially live, has no need for chemical enhancement what so ever. I’m hoping that the uninhibited cry of “Mon the Biffy!” will soon be set free amongst the rock and roll masses every where.
