I mean, I could fucking choke a guy out and people would love it!”īased in Melbourne, her band have emerged from Australia’s east coast fertile punk scene with a love of hot pants, mullets, faded metal t-shirts and a sound that sits somewhere between AC/DC, The Runaways and Dolly Parton. “It’s like I get to do anything I want when I’m up there. “Being the singer is so great for me, as I love power and I love control,” she tells me. Watch Amyl and the Sniffers live, and you’re confronted by Taylor in full-on singer mode – a tirade of explosive energy, wild anger and profanity-laden outbursts. Grabbing the attention of UK audiences with a string of shows and festival appearances last year, on-stage Taylor is almost the exact opposite of the friendly, polite women who’s sitting across from me at Rough Trade’s west London HQ. “Sorry – too many bloody espresso martinis last night.” ![]() ![]() Gulping down the last of a bottle of water, she shoots me what can only be described as a regretful grin. Amy Taylor may have a reputation for being a firebrand, but she’s actually looking fairly sheepish this afternoon.
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