Die Spitz
“American Porn”
Third Man Records
Die Spitz doesn’t so much release the video for “American Porn” as weaponize it. Ava Schrobilgen, Chloe De St. Aubin, Eleanor Livingston, and Kate Halter kick the door off its hinges and let the blast radius do the talking. The visuals hit with the same blunt-force impact as the song: heavy, clenched teeth, zero mercy.
Lifted from their debut album Something to Consume, “American Porn” finds the band at their most explicit and least interested in being affable. This is a glare held too long, a middle finger with perfect posture — an attack on the gawkers who confuse women with scenery, a genre accessory, a body to ogle between choruses.
Livingston doesn’t dress it up in metaphors or PR gloss. “It’s a very angry song, and I want the people that come to our shows just because we’re pretty women or they want to sexualize or objectify us to listen to that song and tell us if they’re still a fan.”
The video drags that anger into a plastic, hyper-lit American living room and then starts peeling the wallpaper back with a knife. It’s sitcom home life turned crime scene: a “normal” house infected by self-indulgence, the camera focusing on details that feel like threats. A housewife figure perches on a fireplace with an AR-style rifle like it’s a centerpiece, while outside, blood-stained white sheets flap on a clothesline — laundry day at Hannibal Lecter’s house. The contrast is the point: spotless on the surface, rotten at the core.
Directed by Emily Sanchez — also co-director of photography alongside Alex Le — the video doesn’t soften the edges or look away. Produced by Karla O. Armendariz and Sanchez, it mirrors the band’s scrape-and-splinter sound with imagery that’s happy to punch you. No winks, no safe distance. It wants you pinned under it long enough to understand what you’re doing and how repugnant it is.
The track opens on fuzzed-out guitars that sound like they’re being dragged behind a car — jagged, immediate, designed to leave scratches. It’s pop-punk blended with grunge grime and alt-metal heft, all mashed together. The drums crunch. The bass is pure sludge and hums with menace. Over it, the vocals come in snarling, raspy, and raw, turning the lyrics into a primitive proclamation. When the solo arrives, it doesn’t soar — it churns: throbbing, growling, heaving in a slab of murky thickness.
Vaguely reminiscent of Hole crossed with Filth Is Eternal, with “American Porn,” Die Spitz eviscerates those who reduce women to commodities without agency, intellect, or feelings.
Tour Dates
May 15 – Salt Lake City, UT – Kilby Block Party
Jul 17-19 – St. Paul, MN – Minnesota Yacht Club
Aug 1 – Chicago, IL – Lollapalooza
Aug 2 – St. Charles, IA – Hinterland Music Festival
Aug 5 – Los Angeles, CA – The Fonda
Aug 7 – San Francisco, CA – Outside Lands
Aug 9 – Portland, OR – Crystal Ballroom
Aug 11 – Boise, ID – Shrine Ballroom
Aug 12 – Salt Lake City, UT – Soundwell
Aug 15 – Englewood, CO – Gothic Theatre
Aug 14-16 – Buena Vista, CO – King Gizzard’s Festival Field of Vision
Sep 5-6 – Seattle, WA – Bumbershoot Arts and Music Festival
Sep 20 – Asbury Park, NJ – Sea.Hear.Now Festival
Nov 5 – Madison, WI – Majestic Theatre – SOLD OUT
Nov 9 – Toronto, ON – Danforth Music Hall
Nov 10 – Buffalo, NY – Town Ballroom
Nov 12 – Boston, MA – Paradise Rock Club – SOLD OUT
Nov 13 – Brooklyn, NY – Warsaw – SOLD OUT
Nov 14 – Brooklyn, NY – Warsaw – SOLD OUT
Nov 16 – Philadelphia, PA – Union Transfer
Nov 17 – Washington, DC – 9:30 Club
Nov 19 – Carrboro, NC – Cat’s Cradle – SOLD OUT
Nov 20 – Asheville, NC – Orange Peel
Nov 21 – Nashville, TN – Brooklyn Bowl
Feb 19 – New York, NY – Brooklyn Steel
