Dizz Brew

About the Artist

Dizz Brew’s live performances unfold like a fever dream caught halfway between a psychedelic bar fight and a midnight sermon—controlled chaos wrapped in distortion-drenched swagger. Known for their genre-scrambling sound that swerves between swampy fuzz rock, outlaw blues, and lo-fi punk, Dizz creates an atmosphere where the feedback feels intentional and every hiccup somehow lands in key. Fans often point to the infamous backyard show in Tulsa—yes, that one, where a blown amp turned into a 20-minute harmonica duel with a shirtless stranger—as the moment Dizz “became Dizz.” Tracks like Mullet Fuzz don’t just showcase their sonic identity; they practically slap you with it—grimy, unpolished, yet strangely philosophical in a way that suggests this person may have once gotten detention and enlightenment in the same week. Childhood stories of sneaking into honky-tonks at twelve to study the “religion of reverb” aren’t just lore—they’re practically syllabi. And though the stage setup rarely exceeds a lava lamp and a busted monitor, there’s a kind of charisma that makes the whole room lean forward, wondering what beautifully broken thing might happen next.