The new Die Spitz record Something To Consume is a tour through loud rock’s many emotional shades with riffs for days. Opener Pop Punk Anthem (Sorry for the Delay) begins as a slow and brooding grunge-ballad, before ripping wide open into a throat-shredding eruption of hardcore punk. Throw Yourself to the Sword is the kind of colossal stoner metal heft that wouldn’t sound out of place alongside High On Fire or Karma To Burn, and RIDING WITH MY GIRLS revs up the rip-roaring energy of classic Motörhead with a solo so thrashy it barely stays contained. Voir Dire swings loose and spacious, and American Porn delivers one of the most visceral screams you’ll hear on a chorus this year.

Sound To No One lets the groove stretch out thick with reverb and dust, whilst the album’s closer a strange moon/selenophilia drags out into sludgy desert-blues territory. Die Spitz aren’t just a noise machine, but an unrelentingly confident and huge rock band that doesn’t need to pick a lane because they’re driving flat-out across them all, turning huge noise into something deeper as the riffs bend and twist into uneasy earworms. Much of the album is confrontational, both in subject matter and delivery, perhaps designed not to creep you out, but to mirror the darker realities the band members have confronted themselves, channeling raw experience into an unsettling sound. Die Spitz draw far more from the rawness of early grunge than from anything glossy or escapist, cut from that same cloth that rejected inauthenticity in the ‘90s. If there’s a target here, it might be the shallow machismo of today as much as the MTV strip-club sheen that grunge once spat at. Four women playing ferociously with a conviction that burns through every track, the vocals hit with a rawness that cuts throught the wall of sound every time. Sweaty, feral, heavy, thrilling, vital, and authentic.