On stage Amy Taylor has something of a dervish: she prefers to wear nothing but hot pants, bikini tops and a blonde mullet, screams her head off, swears and curses like a barker or puts overly intrusive (male) concertgoers in their place with punches and kicks. In other words: a force of nature, reminiscent of Wendy O. Williams from the Plasmatics, who once beguiled even Lemmy. That's why she's unrecognizable in person: a rather shy, unbelievably friendly and eager 26-year-old from Melbourne, who seems as if she couldn't hold back a drop of water
