Let’s get one thing clear from the start. This is surely the smallest capacity venue Die Spitz will ever play in London again. The Underworld, legendary church all things scuzzy and rifftastic, the early haunt for many a buzzed-about band on the rise, is packed to stretched capacity. Before a note is played, those who frequent its hallowed walls know that sweat will be dripping from the ceiling before this evening is over.
Sold out in an instant, pure anticipation hangs in the stale beer air that suffuses the Camden institution. Around the small stage that has launched the careers of a who’s who of rock, punk and metal, that suspense electrifies all present. There is a sense of excitement before practically all gigs one attends but tonight is different. It feels like a night for the history books. That expectation proved to be correct – and then some. Die Spitz shoot for the stars and bring those boiling cores down to Earth before detonating them in a blinding sonic blast. Tonight is Day Zero: we’re on the ground level, the beginning of a new story. Tonight, the quartet go cosmic.
Die Spitz at The Underworld, Camden – photo by Keira Anee 
Die Spitz at The Underworld, Camden – photo by Keira Anee 
Die Spitz at The Underworld, Camden – photo by Keira Anee 
Die Spitz at The Underworld, Camden – photo by Keira Anee 
Die Spitz at The Underworld, Camden – photo by Keira Anee 
Die Spitz at The Underworld, Camden – photo by Keira Anee 
Die Spitz at The Underworld, Camden – photo by Keira Anee
My one teeny, tiny criticism of the evening would be that there really was time for a young band to grab the amazing opportunity of an opening support slot, as Aerial Salad took to the stage (with some mighty fine dancing, I should add!) at around 8.20pm, with doors having been at 7. The Manchester trio, signed to the mercurial Venn Records, sped through a blistering set, igniting an already excitable crowd into new levels of fervour.
With some rather unsavoury experiences during dates on the tour across the European mainland, the three lads spent a pointed moment imploring the men in the audience to not get upset and respect the wishes of their headlining touring partners if and when they invited women in the audience to come further forward to enjoy a safe space to have fun, dance and mosh. I’m sad to report that this cri de cœur for sense and appeal to common decency was only partially successful.
While many happily did as requested, there were a few fools who could not find it in themselves to realise that this invitation was not them being made substantively unwelcome or intended as a slight on their (fragile) masculinity. It was not about them at all. It was a call to action for the women in the room to assert their presence and also enjoy at least the final handful of songs without staring between the shoulder blades of a lumbering giant.
Die Spitz arrived on stage with a similar bounce to Aerial Ruin, but a slight fumble betrayed the fact that they had frequented a local pub or two beforehand. As Ava proclaimed, “When in Laaandan town, you gotta have a laarverly bunch of guud owl’d pynts don’t ya?!” in her best cod-Cockney accent. The crowd roared in appreciation of the Texan’s availing themselves of some of Camden’s finest establishments.
Drunk or not, the quartet launched undaunted and undeterred into a set bleeding from the mouth with ferocity, drawing from every period of their short career, be it from their first EP, The Revenge of Evangeline, the follow-up of Teeth, brilliant standalone singles, or from their much-celebrated 2025 debut album, Something to Consume. Die Spitz have come a long way in a short period of time – from self-releasing as small run of CDs in their native Austin in 2022 to touring the world and being signed to Jack White’s Third Man Records.
Their passion for the subject matter they document in their lyrics and for their mighty heavy delicious ear-worm compositions is evident, proudly on display. Joy on their faces, a million “thank yous”, banter with the crowd, posing for some photographers mid song, and an excitement, passion and happiness to be sharing this moment with adoring fans showed they still implicitly love and value the tangled knot of roots that constitutes the underground music scene which continues to support them, allowing the quartet to bloom and flourish.
From the feral grunge, punk and Black Sabbath-infused doomed, caustic hard rock of earlier material to the more measured, complex, but no less visceral, raucous goth-esque energy of recent hit songs, the young four-piece rail against being objectified on stage and in life in general; female rage at the protected status quo of our patriarchal world both in and outside the music industry; the pressures of modern life, particularly for the young generation; and political frustration (white hot with anger right now they led a vehement chant of “Fuck ICE!” with The Underworld crowd).
This evening we enjoy the privilege of watching these four young women live out their rock n’ roll dream, up close and personal, and having so much FUN while doing so. They close one chapter tonight with this intimate club show in London, but upon their return to the UK capital they will already be playing a venue with treble the capacity and that date too is long sold out. A new phase of the Die Spitz tale is waiting to be read, watched and listened to. Ride with the girls; there’s plenty more to consume.
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