I keep running into this band. YouTube algorithm, festival line-up announcements, someone’s Instagram story at three in the morning. Die Spitz. Four women from Austin, Texas, who play like the building is on fire and they’ve decided to stay inside.
They formed in 2022. All four of them, Ava Schrobilgen, Chloe De St. Aubin, Ellie Livingston, Kate Halter, have been friends since they were kids. Roommates. The kind of band origin story that actually sounds real, not some PR-manufactured “we met at a jam session” nonsense. They picked the name over a brown bag of Fireball. Something about the Grim Reaper spitting. Their humour is as sharp as their riffs.
The sound is hard to pin down. Punk. Hardcore. Metal. Alt rock. They swap instruments mid-set. They swap vocal duties. Live, there are cartwheels. There are crowd-surfing bass solos. It’s the kind of show where you walk out drenched in someone else’s beer and you don’t care.
Their debut album, Something to Consume, drops September 12 via Third Man Records. Jack White’s label. That alone tells you something. The record is a no-holds-barred takedown of modern life, love, addiction, the daily grind. It’s angry and joyful at the same time.
If you need a comparison: think OFF! meets Amyl and the Sniffers meets Sleater-Kinney. But honestly, they don’t sound like any of those bands. They sound like four friends who decided to make the loudest, most chaotic music possible and somehow turned it into something brilliant.
Keep an eye on this one.
