Something to Consume

Die Spitz emerged from Austin a mere three years ago, leaving two EPs, a handful of singles, and a trail of broken hearts and broken noses in their wake. First full-length Something to Consume makes a statement right from the title. It’s yet another ephemeral object in the disposable world we’ve built; burn after listening. And yet it sticks with you. Consumes you. Primal in the way the best punk and metal prodigies always scream, this foursome — barely of drinking age — barrel through a genre-agnostic barrage of exorcisms, from bad girlfriends to bad situations to the generally bad hand we’ve all been dealt. Sometimes they grab a sword or motorcycle and carve their own way. Their methods range from grungy slow-burners (“Pop-Punk Anthem”) to pit-ready Motor-punk (“Riding with My Girls”) to castle-storming doom metal (“Throw Yourself to the Sword”), never quite settling on one sound. Categorization eludes them the way they elude cliches and healthy relationships.