On their debut release, Die Spitz doesn’t ask for your attention—they take it, violently. Something to Consume is a doom-soaked, grunge-infected slab of fury that sounds like it was recorded in the basement of some forsaken industrial hole. This Austin four-piece has crafted a debut that feels less like an introduction and more like a threat: 11 tracks of machine-gun riffs, pummeling drums, and vocals that seethe with the kind of rage that can’t be faked. The album opener, “Pop Punk Anthem (Sorry for the Delay),” is a middle finger disguised as a song title. There’s nothing apologetic about the way it tears through nearly four minutes of distortion-drenched chaos. It’s a bait-and-switch, calling itself “pop punk” and then delivering pure violence. “American Porn” drags you through the filth of cultural decay with the subtlety of a sledgehammer directly to your ear drums.
The production, courtesy of Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight), is deliberately oppressive as every guitar scrapes, every drum hit lands like a body blow, and the vocals—split between members, Chloe de St. Aubin, Ellie Livingston, and Ava Schrobilgen, while Kate Halter crushes the bass guitar—shift between raw howls and barely controlled fury. At 34 minutes, Something to Consume doesn’t overstay its welcome. It gets in, destroys everything in its path, and leaves before you can process what just happened.
