And after hours of waiting at the main stage so we could get to the front, pleading with the people who worked there to get us some water because, stupidly, we didn't bring our own, with aching feet and a nervous excitement: Biffy Clyro entered the stage.
Literally everybody went absolutely crazy, and we ended up jumping so much to the first few songs that we moved about 5 metres from where we were originally stood, and the fact that Simon Neil came out in a man-bun, and then let his hair down like he was in some kind of shampoo advert made we want to weep with happiness.
Their set was the perfect blend of old favourites like Glitter and Trauma and anthemic masterpieces from their most recent album Opposites. The spindly, almost spooky bare tree branches that they had as stage decoration looked so cool, Simon's utter appreciation of where they've been in comparison to where they are now and James' own declaration that he was wearing tartan knickers to match his trousers made the performance a great balance of humour and seriousness.
In comparison to when I saw them on tour after they'd just released Only Revolutions, the band's stage presence has increased enormously, and their ability to sweep up the crowd into a frenzy has certainly improved, there was an air of confidence about them that for some reason I didn't seem to expect. Simon muttering into the microphone with a smug tone to his voice that 'nobody sings like a T crowd' filled the audience with that kind of pride that makes them cry out and scream like loons, before singing along to the next track like madmen.
I became a little disappointed towards the end that they hadn't played Stingin' Belle, but when they played it during the encore complete with a kilt-clad Scotsman on the bagpipes, everything seemed to come together. Closing the set with Mountains gave the band's send off a feeling of proper closure, and when the three hugged each other as they left the stage, I knew I'd been witness to something, as Simon himself would put, 'fucking magical'.
Simon 'fucking' Neil complete with man bun.
Their set was the perfect blend of old favourites like Glitter and Trauma and anthemic masterpieces from their most recent album Opposites. The spindly, almost spooky bare tree branches that they had as stage decoration looked so cool, Simon's utter appreciation of where they've been in comparison to where they are now and James' own declaration that he was wearing tartan knickers to match his trousers made the performance a great balance of humour and seriousness.
I became a little disappointed towards the end that they hadn't played Stingin' Belle, but when they played it during the encore complete with a kilt-clad Scotsman on the bagpipes, everything seemed to come together. Closing the set with Mountains gave the band's send off a feeling of proper closure, and when the three hugged each other as they left the stage, I knew I'd been witness to something, as Simon himself would put, 'fucking magical'.
Simon 'fucking' Neil complete with man bun.
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