Taking to the stage like a well dressed, starched and pressed hunger striker with a guitar, Simon Neil and the brothers Johnson, collectively known as Biffy Clyro, rocked the house at Brixton Academy yesterday.
The party faithful were there (including my mate who swooned everytime bearded Simon lifted his sweet little face towards the crowd) singing so loudly we could hardly hear the poor love at times.
It was an excellent set, from a band so tight that you could hear a pin drop during the sudden quiet segments of their syncopated songs. Sonicly thunderous and musically adept, it was the passion that kept the crowd on a high.
I didn't really know them much before but after last night, i may have to request a few items from Santy.