Biffy Clyro – review

Roundhouse, LondonTwo songs down and there's a fight on – a small whirlpool of boys in the crowd headbutting each other's sternums. As they fall into step during the rather valiant, heather-scented chorus of The Captain, it becomes clear they're trying to dance. It's all a little rough for the iTunes festival, a brilliantly produced but rather sterile do, at which crowdsurfing is limited to six seconds a punt. You feel as if you're in a TV studio (which you essentially are) and the balloted ti...

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