Slamming teens and twentysomethings around local micro mosh Chess Club rates a six on the DIY checklist. Devastating three tiers of Mohawk a year later rates a hard eight on any indie score card. Die Spitz splitting atoms at these venues and more since 2022 now registers full-on double digits via the alt-punk Richter scale with full-length studio debut Something to Consume. Following up fission-y EPs The Revenge of Evangeline and Teeth – ultimately conjoined on a single record – the native Austinites’ christening for Jack White’s boutique Third Man imprint delivers on every blessed pinky promise made by singer/guitarists Ava Schrobilgen and Eleanor Livingston, bassist Kate Halter, and drummer Chloe De St. Aubin, who also swaps the kit for Schrobilgen’s microphone. Unbridled grrrl pwr detonates a universal cry of emancipation. Schrobilgen howls Hole-heartedly on “Pop Punk Anthem (Sorry for the Delay),” while Livingston hemorrhages “Throw Yourself to the Sword.” Metallic serration (“American Porn”) and rrriot rock (“Sound to No One”) feed B-side ragers (“Red40”), the band’s Born to Run (“Riding With My Girls”), and De St. Aubin’s uncanny everywoman’s grunge (“Punishers”). Runaways to Sleater-Kinney, L7 to Warpaint, Bikini Kill to Le Tigre, Something to Consume completes Die Spitz – for now. 

Die Spitz

Something to Consume (Third Man Records)

This article appears in September 26 • 2025.

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San Francisco native Raoul Hernandez crossed the border into Texas on July 2, 1992, and began writing about music for the Chronicle that fall, debuting with an album review of Keith Richards’ Main Offender. By virtue of local show previews – first “Recommendeds,” now calendar picks – his writing’s appeared in almost every issue since 1993.