Like The Sniffers, sometimes you just have to keep things simple.
This thing kicks some serious ass.
Lead vocalist Amy Taylor has had a pretty notable year leading up to the groups sophomore album, being featured on England's veteran post-punkers Sleaford Mods most recent album as well as singing with Sebastian Murphy of Viagra Boys for their duet cover of John Prine. Those two features definitely got the groups name out there, and I can say that because the effect worked on me as intended. Having heard Taylor a couple times in memorable places this year I already was familiar with The Sniffers prior to the album dropping, so I knew I should be in for something fun.
Lo and behold, though, Amyl and the Sniffers are a total punk throwback that spits straight in your eye before doing a front flip off of a stage. Few acts are so willing to go back to the roots directly and let their sound be messy, unbridled, and unfiltered. The Sniffers would have been welcomed with open arms at shows with the likes of The Sex Pistols, X-Ray Spex, Dead Kennedys, and many others not just because they fit the aesthetic but because they clearly suit the ethos. Comfort to Me is a no-nonsense punk rock record with no frills, and it works because this isn't something we get today.
By its nature there isn't a deep level of variety to Comfort to Me, although there is some brief moments of straight up rock n' roll like No More Tears and Knifey, but there is little concern about that. In their natural element, live on stage and full of energy, no one would be standing in the crowd begging for them to shake their sound up when they're too busy shaking the stage until it collapses. Amyl and the Sniffers get back to that pub rock romping that boils the blood and tightens the fist, and if you go in asking for anything more you'll be the first to eat that fist, courtesy of Taylor herself.
Favorite track: Guided By Angels