Die Spitz Gives Seattle Something to Consume

Seattle’s Baba Yaga was bursting at the seams on Saturday as Die Spitz, the all-female punk rock sensation from Austin, Texas, delivered a night of pure, unfiltered mayhem. The show was sold out, and for good reason – this wasn’t just a concert, it was a riotous celebration of community, chaos, and catharsis.

Formed in 2022, Die Spitz is made up of Ava Schrobilgen, Chloe De St. Aubin, Ellie Livingston, and Kate Halter – four lifelong friends who turned their “sitcom life” into a sonic revolution. Their debut album, Something to Consume (released via Jack White’s Third Man Records), is a genre-bending manifesto of punk, metal, and alt-rock, tackling themes of addiction, love, capitalism, and queer joy.

Produced by Will Yip, Something to Consume spans eleven tracks and features singles like “Throw Yourself to the Sword,” “Pop Punk Anthem (Sorry for the Delay),” and “Punishers.” The record blends punk’s serrated edge with grunge’s murkier hues, all while maintaining a politically conscious undercurrent. Tracks like “Voir Dire” and “American Porn” showcase the band’s lyrical depth and fearless approach to confronting societal norms.

Their name, Die Spitz, was chosen over a “brown bag of Fireball” and reflects their playful, subversive spirit. “Die” is the feminine definite article in German, while “Spitz” translates to “pointed.” The name evokes imagery of the Grim Reaper spitting, according to Livingston, and serves as a cheeky linguistic twist that aligns with their punk ethos. What started as a joke quickly evolved into one of the most exciting new acts in punk rock.

From the moment the band took the stage, the energy was electric. The crowd – a mix of die-hard fans, curious newcomers, and fellow musicians – erupted as Die Spitz launched into tracks like “Throw Yourself to the Sword,” “Hair of Dog,” and the anthemic “Pop Punk Anthem (Sorry for the Delay).”

The band’s signature chaos was on full display: bass solos while crowd-surfing, and mic-sharing with fans in the pit. At one point, Livingston leapt into the crowd, guitar still strapped on, and disappeared into a sea of flailing limbs and ecstatic screams. It was punk in its purest form – messy, loud, and deeply communal.

Adding to the thrill, the band traded off vocals throughout the set, showcasing their versatility and camaraderie. In one particularly memorable moment, the drummer and guitarist switched spots for a few songs, injecting a fresh dynamic into the performance and keeping the crowd on their toes. It was a cool and unexpected twist that highlighted their raw talent and fearless spirit.

More than just a band, Die Spitz is building a movement for women in punk rock. Their lyrics are unapologetically feminist, their shows are safe spaces for rage and release, and their presence on stage is a challenge to the status quo. “Women are raised to be quiet and small,” Livingston told Kerrang! recently. “But if you want to be successful, you’ve got to be loud and take up space.”

And take up space they did. Baba Yaga felt transformed – not just by the music, but by the sense of radical togetherness that Die Spitz cultivates. Fans screamed every word, moshed with abandon, and left the venue drenched in sweat and joy.

Die Spitz isn’t just a band to watch – they’re a band to feel. Their Seattle show was a masterclass in punk performance, a celebration of friendship and fury, and a reminder that music can still be a revolutionary act. If you missed it, you missed history in the making.