Long known as one of the best, and most intense, live bands around, Melbourne’s Amyl & The Sniffers easily live up to the challenge of transferring it to record on a sensational debut. If seeing them in the flesh is like being strapped inside a washing machine, then this near as dammit matches it.
Kicking the doors down with the sleazy AC/DC-style riffs of ‘Starfire 500’, Amy Taylor’s drawl egging the band on. They may seem to be possessed by the spirit of classic seventies rock, but on the likes of the stomping glam-punk ‘Gacked On Anger’ it is met with a very relevant rage as a story scraped from the bottom of life’s barrel is told.
Everything rockets past at 450mph, more drama and intensity packed into 100 seconds of ‘GFY’ for example than most bands can manage on a double album - the stage-divers flying overhead can almost be felt, a series of feral and frenetic guitar-licks from Declan Martens propelling each moment down a runaway track. Even marginally slower songs like ‘Angel’ and ‘Got You’ barrel along, carrying a wicked punch in their aftermath.
Eleven songs are ripped through in just 29 minutes, the exact definition of leaving the listener wanting more. By the time the album closes in scenes of pure devastation at long-time favourite ‘Some Mutts (Can’t Be Muzzled)’, there is a desperate need for more. This is a real ‘keep-it-on-repeat’ record from a band who are bursting into greatness before our eyes. Unmuzzled, untethered, untamed. Glorious.