“Jeeeesus…” Declan Martens rubs his eyes, spilling out of bed and into an interview. “I just woke up!” There are about 8,000 miles between Los Angeles and Melbourne and, on a sunny morning in September, it looks like Amyl And The Sniffers’ laconic legend of a guitarist is feeling every one. Jetlag is a bitch. It’s a lesson Dec and his bandmates have learned the hard way over the past decade. Right now, just a few days removed from a hometown show back in Australia at the iconic, 900-cap Croxton Bandroom, then the long flight back to his new place in the States, it’s really biting him in the arse. “I didn’t come here to find a new home,” he shakes himself awake. “It’s definitely been a career-oriented move. One of the big things...
“Jeeeesus…” Declan Martens rubs his eyes, spilling out of bed and into an interview. “I just woke up!” There are about 8,000 miles between Los Angeles and Melbourne and, on a sunny morning in September, it looks like Amyl And The Sniffers’ laconic legend of a guitarist is feeling every one. Jetlag is a bitch. It’s a lesson Dec and his bandmates have learned the hard way over the past decade. Right now, just a few days removed from a hometown show back in Australia at the iconic, 900-cap Croxton Bandroom, then the long flight back to his new place in the States, it’s really biting him in the arse. “I didn’t come here to find a new home,” he shakes himself awake. “It’s definitely been a career-oriented move. One of the big things...