Leave early, and you will succumb to the wrath of
Amyl. A wild ferocity and a no-fucks-given attitude caught everyone’s attention
on the main stage as Amyl and the Sniffers arrived, destroyed and left,
scraping their claws upon anybody watching and leaving their mark well-and-truly
on Victoria Park. ‘The Sniffers’ were menacing, growling, snearing as their
leader marched across the stage, the microphone whirling in the air above her, mullet
flowing in the wind, commanding attention from the whole of London, marking her
territory and fuckin’ off without an ounce of respect. Fuck yes.
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