Biffy Clyro is preparing to release their seventh album, “Ellipsis”, in which they managed to ditch the brain-blowing prog rock of their last three records in something even more, hmm, crazy.
Greg Cochran heard the depression, the writer’s crisis and the mentality of the good old gang spilling into a powerful new sound.
At lunch time, after yesterday’s emotional night, Biffy Clyro appear with muddy eyes. They enter Sound Factory, a recording studio a few steps from the Hollywood Walk of Fame, located directly opposite the Big Wangs bar. The musicians, dressed in black, follow each other, clutching in their hands glasses of coffee and cigarette self-rolled cigarettes. Continue reading