What we needed was an album half as long, or twice as interesting.
That's the sort of label you might lob at the turd-on-a-string nonsense of the laughable Stereophonics or the massively overrated - and thankfully late - Quoasis, but Biffy Clyro? Sheesh.
I'd say a lot more than 50% of this double album is ace, though there's a little less killer towards the end of disc 2.
...I really don't see it as a criticism. The point of that phrase was to distinguish them from someone like Muse, who do something far more frilly. They ARE a 'meat and potatoes' rock band, satisfyingly so. There's nothing wrong with sounding a bit like the Foo Fighters.