In a world of overly focus-grouped, chin-fondling rock bands, Amyl and the Sniffers are like a breath of filthy fresh air. For starters there’s the name of the Melbourne four-piece, gleaned from peroxide-mulleted frontwoman Amy Louise Taylor. She sings like a 21st-century Poly Styrene with a New South Wales twang, her lyrics full of brawn, feminist bite and sharp humour. “People look at me like I’m a hooker/ I just want to be a venue booker,” rails I’m Not a Loser. “I’m so powerful,” she yells on Punisha, “I grin from ear to ear.”

Then there’s how the band started: recording a four-track EP, Giddy Up, one night in 2016 and releasing it on Bandcamp the next morning. Their sound sucks meat from punk and glam’s bones, and throws in basslines from 70s pub-rock. Their rawness also recalls Medway scene garage acts like Billy Childish and Thee Headcoatees, both of whom were on UK indie label Damaged Goods, who released Amyl and the Sniffers’ first two EPs.

Now signed to Rough Trade (a deal done in days after last year’s rambunctious show at Brighton’s Great Escape festival), their debut album arrives this month, produced by former Add N to (X) drummer Ross Orton (Arctic Monkeys, Roots Manuva and MIA). Their summer dates in London, Sheffield and Halifax promise swearing, sweat and the short, sharp shock of rock at its gutsiest. This time, please inhale.

• Amyl and the Sniffers’ self-titled debut is out on 24 May on Rough Trade