Biffy Clyro - 'Infinity Land' (Beggars Banquet)
4/5
By: Toby L
Now, they're taking the piss. Topsy-turvy, wiry, whirring, dizzying, exhausto-punks Biffy Clyro return with their third mad record in three years. It's barmier than before.
Let's take a look at the opener - an electro-noise anthem. 'Glitter & Trauma'. Can you believe it charted? We can't, quite frankly.
But we're pleased it did. Very pleased. If only more of this robotic insania (© Peter Andre) could infest confused adolescents' minds, then bands like Staind could be pelted with cum snowballs 'til they perish, or to a lesser extent, run away from our sight. For eternity.
We also get strange choral chanting this time in 'There's No Such Thing As Crasp' (well, duh), bizarre chord chaos and yelping uncertainty in 'The Weapons Are Concealed', while 'Strung To Your Ribcage' is one of the finest, hardest, most positively obliterating Biffy 'thems yet. Finalising with a psychedelic ballad always makes us smile, too - 'Pause It And Turn It Up' is like Snow Patrol with a hard-on.
And the appeal behind stop-start, change-reverse-forward-back-sideways-upwards-downwards splutter-nutter-emo? Just that - the fact this is so apprehensive to follow the pack that we feel exhausted after a trip on the Clyro. It's like Mansun's 'Six' with more choruses and less segueing, subsequently shoved in a blender and given a subtle, Foo Fighters sheen (Chris Sheldon, long-standing production-aid, helps out in that dept. what with his track-record with Grohl and co.). With the crazily accurately titled 'Infinity Land', thrillingly, Biffy Clyro retain their independence as one of the UK's finest, most formidably underrated forces in modern rock today.
Artists in this article: Biffy Clyro
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