Words and photos by Dougal Gorman
Spitting, biting, blood.
Raw rock and roll. Greeted by a grumpy security guard and the timeless sign-in system of the Paddo RSL, a huge crowd filed through the doors on Saturday to see Australia’s finest punk exports, Amyl and The Sniffers, and their raucous, fake-blood-drenched support act, C.O.F.F.I.N. Closing out their set with crowd favourite anthems ‘For the Boys’ and ‘White Dog’, it crossed my mind that if C.O.F.F.I.N’s set went on any longer, the ambulance might’ve been called.
There is nothing more Australian than a smokie-pokies room. Between sets, this is where you would find half the Paddo RSL, sacrificing their lungs and remaining shrapnel in the hopes of winning more beer money (taking photos in there knocked five years off my life from the second-hand smoking).
It’s one thing to get up and sing your songs, but to PERFORM at a level where people literally bleed, cry and throw their bodies onto concrete for you? That’s something else. Cue, Amyl and The Sniffers. Never in my life have I seen more people stage dive without care for being caught. There were frontflips, backflips and barrel rolls that would have put the Australian Olympic dive team to shame. There’s something to be said about a venue that allows this kind of madness—not a single security guard intervened, they just let rock ‘n’ roll… roll. And for that, we thank you Paddo RSL. Writing about this night and the energy pulsating through the room really doesn’t do it justice. Hopefully, the images from the night will give you a slight taste of the madness.