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It all started last year when my friend 🐀 came back from a Viagra Boys concert. He said the opening act blew his socks off. That act was Die Spitz. It wasn’t until this year, that I could feel the speaker waves blow back my hair. At the merch table I bought a camo band shirt, a bumper sticker that reads “I love my hot piss”, and a cassette of their latest release (something to consume). I can’t even explain in words the euphoria that was in the air that night. I can tell you, at the end of the show 🐀 had to hit the head before making the trip back home. While in there, 2 forty somethings tried to question the band’s talent. Without a break in stream, 🐀 said to the 2 guys, “if I had the talent they have at their age, I sure as hell wouldn’t be pissing in here with you two assholes!” The ride home was fine, other than turning into the wrong lane of traffic, completely sober. But I just couldn’t wait to get that cassette into the tape deck of my car.
Produced by Will Yip, the album kind of has a mix quality of “melon collie and the infinite sadness”. The first track called “pop punk anthem” is an appropriate introduction. I love how the song starts slow and dreamy, fades into a faster isolated guitar riff, then a wall of sound returns to take the song away. The lyrics in the hook, “And now my vision’s clear, sorry for the delay, I’ll never disappear, cause you’re a part of me” I can definitely relate to. Sometimes we don’t know exactly what we want right away, but as soon as you know, ya won’t let it go!
I would also like to highlight track 4 called “American Porn”. This song is the metal showcase of Die Spitz, with the growl, and time signatures. It reminds me of riding a speed boat casting over the waves. Smooth while in the air, then you hit the surface of the earth once again to get thrown back into the air.
Something to consume has me hungry for more. I can rotate the cassette from side A to side B over and over again. Each time I listen to it, I find more I enjoy. This album Isn’t just for metal heads, if you like to hear powerful women whipping the shit out of their instruments to play something good, you can find that here. Put it in your ear, close your eyes, let it take you away.