Scottish bad-asses of Biffy Clyro blast my ears to death with epic energy and sweat at the Paradise Rock Club.
There are sometimes, you just have no idea what to expect out of show. I had listened to some Biffy Clyro albums, interviewed the lead singer, and watched some live videos. Yet I was still not sure what to expect from this Scottish trio as I was waiting for their performance to start.
Biffy Clyro’s music is very loud and hard hitting and can randomly switch to soft and heavenly in a heartbeat. Their rhythms change, their lyrics are cool, confusing, and sometimes a little so “matter-of-fact,” but there’s something about it that’s massively appealing. When the lights went down and they took to the stage, all 3 members were shirtless (cause they just have to prove they’re better than everyone), and they stood completely still for about a minute. Then out of nowhere, they exploded into their first song “Wolves of Winter” with so much explosive energy that I was pushed back by the mere force of their loudness. Within two seconds all 3 of them were sweating like pro-wrestlers and looked like pounded on their instruments with more aggression than when Princess Leia choked Jabba the Hutt with her chains.
In the US, Biffy Clyro doesn’t have a huge following. They’re playing a mix of large to small club venues, but nothing bigger than a 3,000 person venue as far I’ve seen on their tour dates. Meanwhile in the UK, they’re headlining major festivals like Reading/Leeds. This odd popularity conundrum would seem confusing for a band, but they played with so much genuine and gratifying energy and joy, showing their true appreciation for coming to see their show. Simon made eye contact with as many fans as he could, and the bassist, James Johnston, was basically roaring at the audience the entire time. There are few times I’ve felt a band make an effort to connect to the audience as much as Biffy Clyro did. If you’ve never heard of them before, I guarantee you will a great time at their shows. As long as you’re fine with screeching loudness that will bury your ability to hear for about a week. But hey you’re at a hard rock concert, what else did you come for?
My one complaint is that the audience really didn’t give that much energy back to the band. While the band was giving it their absolute all, the audience seemed so reserved. No moshing, no playful pushing or jumping. Mostly just a standstill. There was a dude right in front of me who didn’t move a muscle for the entire show. Was he asleep? Probably not but he might as well have been. I was genuinely surprised that the audience was tearing the floor to shreds with endless stomping and jumping, because the music and performance that was delivered, deserved more than just standing still. But apart from that, if you have the chance, a night with Biffy Clyro is one worth every inch of hearing loss you can muster.