Hometown heroes, vanquishers of boring shows, and probably self-described scoundrels Die Spitz returns to Levitation to put on another legendary performance, but this time down the block at Stubbs.
The Austin all-girl Quartet has ignited feminine rage at every venue in Austin since they began performing at shows a year ago.
Their garage genesis started during their years in high school, and the group catapulted themselves into stardom one DIY show at a time. Die Spitz became famous for their rowdy out-of-control co-op performances where fire alarm cut off music and venue destruction couldn’t stop them.
After releasing their first album at the beginning of last year, they spread their signature Central Texas ruckus all over the U.S.
After one last show at the Pearl Street Co-Op where many now fans first heard them last, they set off on a tour with Amyl and the Sniffers.
“Austin y’all are so fucking good to us. We LOVE it here”
Die Spitz brought all the energy of a DIY grunge show to the Live Nation-owned barbecue stage.
Antics included dedicated Die Spitz groupie's synchronized crowd surf, the main singer climbing the Stubbs side tower, and headbanging among their adoring fans.
“Can we get some lights on the house, I wanna see the beautiful people of our city.”
Shortly after Die Spitz came on, LA metal group Militare Gun kept the crowd bouncing and screaming through their entire 40-minute run. The sound of the two electric guitars colliding with the brutality of Ian Shelton’s screeches left no pause to breathe in this stacked lineup.
Amy of Amyl and the Sniffers pop, – the loud Australian punk voice penetrates the to the punk soul of the people of Austin.
“How ya doing out da!?” asks Amy.
The Sniffers and her are about to bring their Melbourne mayhem very shortly but she wants to see if Austin is ready.
Enthusiastic cheers act as a starting bell, the match is about to begin and Amy throws the first punch.
Bryce Wilson’s sticks collide first with each other then with the snare. Declan Martens follows suit and his pick punctures the E string beginning the show. Amy jumps off the stage and begins reciting the hits that garnered attention from delinquents from the opposite hemisphere.
The music is designed for headache-induced chaos. Frivolous joy and rage compound into this feeling of wonderment. The same feeling I got trying to transcribe what Amy would say between songs.
She’s quick to make a joke or comment and quicker to catch the audience off guard with a song introduction. Cheers and laughter comes a second after the usual musician ad-lib response time is at Stubbs, but Amy’s tempo is quicker than most artist that play.
“We are representing everyone who can’t play an instrument well. I mean we can now but not at first – we got there,” Amy said.
I think I speak for everyone on Red River when I say, they definitely got there.