I’ve just got back from four days in Los Angeles with Biffy Clyro, where I was interviewing them for a future NME cover story. It was a mad old time – any trip that involves losing my brand new iPhone, having a tub of talcum powder squirted all over me by drummer Ben Johnston (who was teaching the inhabitants of a hotel room mixed martial arts at the time) and spending an evening squishing ****roaches while eating a 14-course dinner – is testament to that.
And I haven’t even mentioned seeing the three-piece playing along with… um… Shania Twain. Yet...
I actually interviewed them in the studio where they’re holed up making their, as yet untitled, fifth album with Rage Against The Machine producer and ice-hockey obsessive Garth ‘GGGarth’ Richardson. Called ‘Ocean Way’, it’s a grand old place, with the kind of history most studios would struggle to boast – I mean, the live room is where Sinatra recorded ‘My Way’! The Stones have recorded there in the past, as has Michael Jackson, and Aerosmith... Mon the Biffy!The band were kind enough to plug in and play me a bunch of new tunes too, the best of the bunch being ‘That Golden Rule’ – a punchy, angular punk rock ‘thing’ that suggests, however indebted to anthems Biffy became on 2007’s ‘Puzzle’ (and I’m not knocking them for that, it was my favourite album that wasn’t the Gallows record that year), the oddness that makes Biffy more than just your average fuzz pedal driven rock band hasn’t diminished one jot.
Of the other tunes, ‘Cloud Of Stink’ is a song so new bassist James Johnston’s melody part hasn’t been fully worked out yet; ‘Many Of Horror’ sounds like Coldplay’s ‘Yellow’ gone stadium rock; while ‘God And Satan’ has one of the most beautiful, yearning Simon Neil vocals I can ever remember him uttering. The band told me they haven’t done much more in the studio thus far than working out a drum sound. This pisses me right off. I wish they’d hurry up so I can listen to the songs on record already…
We spent some time in a country park just outside of Sacramento too – up the top of a big **** off hill where I left a bit of my lung I think - where NME snapper Tom Oxley set about trying to get the right shot for the future issue's cover. If you’re that way inclined, you might be pleased to know that we came away with a whole heap of the boys shirtless. Listen closely to the following video – you might be able to hear an ice-cream van in the distance with a siren that plays the theme from Tetris.