Fangirl Diaries: Die Spitz Will Eat You Alive

From dog-shit disasters to crowd-surfing catharsis, this is one wild night with the genre-bending punks of Third Man Records.

By Megan Magdalena

Photos by Megan Magdalena

Published on October 15, 2025

A couple of years ago, while doom-scrolling on Instagram, I stumbled across a clip of Die Spitz and instantly became a fan. I hit follow immediately. Since that day, I’ve watched them sign with Third Man Records, tear through festivals, and tour the world—waiting patiently for my chance to work with them. When they announced their new album Something To Consume and a headlining tour that included a Vancouver stop, I knew my time had come.

Walking to The Wise Hall in East Vancouver with my camera in hand, I blasted Die Spitz in my headphones, their lyrics injecting purpose into every step. By the time I reached the venue’s back entrance, I was fully in the zone.

Inside the green room, I was greeted by hugs from Ellie, Ava, Chloe, and Kate—and a collective “OMG, finally!” as we met in person. But our euphoric moment was cut short by a sudden, unmistakable stench. We all checked our shoes. Unfortunately for Ava, she’d stepped in a massive pile of dog shit and tracked it everywhere—van included. While she and Kate went to clean up, Chloe sat at the old upright piano backstage and serenaded Ellie and me with Fiona Apple’s version of “Why Try To Change Me Now.” Only minutes into meeting them, I already knew this night would be unforgettable.

“Sorry… there was soooo much shit,” Kate laughed when she and Ava returned. Now that we were all reunited, it was time to get down to business.

I’m just gonna dive in. Let’s talk about “Voir Dire,” the second track on Something To Consume. The lyrics hit hard:

Underneath every thumb
Is a man with a plan, ’cause he’s selling you what you love
You know it’s a shame
Every single one of us will burn inside this game
Find a hideaway
Bury underneath the creature comforts that you crave
Seems to me, things don’t change
They got a two-state deal after blowin’ everyone away
This time, don’t behave

Chloe Andrews: “Voir Dire” is an accumulation of emotions—pain, grief, distrust, and anger toward the institutions that traumatize disadvantaged people all the time. It’s also a direct call-out for Palestine because it’s 100 percent a genocide, and I don’t give a shit what anyone else says. You can’t bomb the shit out of a place and then say, “Oh, we’ll give it back.” Give what back? America is completely complicit. Fuck Trump and fuck ICE. I feel like everyone’s so paralyzed by what’s happening in the world, and I wrote this song to un-paralyze people—to inspire them to take control. Because things are getting out of control.

Ellie Livingston: That’s the overarching theme of the whole album. As musicians, we might not be able to stop a genocide, but we can use our voices to try.

Your music videos are violent—and I love it. What horror films inspire you?

CA: “Punishers” was obviously inspired by Pearl!
EL: And there are big Twin Peaks vibes in “I Hate When Girls Die.” That’s my favourite show.
Kate Halter: I love Barbarian. It almost lost me in the middle, but it redeemed itself. Great practical effects.
Ava Schrobilgen: I don’t usually watch horror because life’s scary enough—but I love classics like Scream and Halloween.

Selfish question: I’ve always wanted to master your signature scream/growl. How did you learn to do that?

EL: One day our balls just dropped! [laughs]
AS: My parents gave me a bunch of CDs when I was a kid, and I’d just blast Janis Joplin on repeat trying to sing like her. Then I got into Nirvana and mimicked that as best I could. I couldn’t do it right now, though—I need the loud music to give me the confidence. But once it’s there, it’s such a healthy release. Everyone should try screaming.
EL: I think my scream first came out when we covered the Pixies’ “Gouge Away.” It just… happened.

I overheard that two of you are still in school?

CA: Yeah, I’m wrapping up my degree in marketing—and taking a Texas history course!
EL: Same here. Two classes left. I’m taking microeconomics right now. Juggling school on the road sucks, but it keeps my brain sharp. Going to school is a privilege, and I’m grateful for it.
AS: They’re always doing homework while Kate and I are running around figuring out what fruits are safe to eat off trees.
KH: We’re in the school of “don’t eat the poisonous ones.”
CA: Honestly, doing school and touring is making me dumber. My brain can’t handle both!

MM: Tradition time—what is Die Spitz currently fangirling over?

KH: I was walking around Vancouver today listening to this band Fat Evil Children—their album Fat Evil Dogs, Fat Evil Cats, Fat Evil Bears, Fat Evil Rats is awesome. Oh, and Vampire Diaries.
CA: Vampire Diaries consumes most of our days.
EL: We watched it for five hours yesterday!
AS: I can’t—there’s literally not a single gay person in it.
CA: Caroline’s dad is gay!
EL: Yeah, but he sucks.
AS: Exactly—he doesn’t count. I did just rewatch Over the Garden Wall, because it’s fall. And lately I’ve been obsessed with videos about saturation diving.
EL: And I’ve been getting into chainmail!

MM: Any final words?

AS: Free Palestine, fuck ICE, protect the dolls—no one’s liberated until we all are. And clean up your dog’s shit!

Leaving the venue, the band’s soundcheck spilled into the street—a chaotic premonition of what was to come. When I returned a few hours later, The Wise was packed to the brim.

Die Spitz exploded onto the stage with “I Hate When Girls Die,” and the crowd screamed every word. When they launched into “American Porn”—renamed “Canadian Porn” for the night—the laughter matched the volume. The set was a full-throttle blur: Ellie stage-diving, Kate high-kicking, Chloe and Ava swapping instruments mid-song.

For the encore, the crowd roared as the first notes of “Hair of the Dog” hit. Circle pits formed, beer splashed, limbs flailed, and chaos reigned.

If you’re looking for a high-energy band that refuses to quit—look no further than Die Spitz.