
It seems surreal to see a band describe themselves as broke right after stepping off a European arena run. When Witch Fever said they were skint despite two relentless months of playing to tens of thousands, it revealed a truth that has been bubbling beneath the surface for well over a decade. The industry celebrates success through spectacle. Big stages, big lights, and big cosigns. Yet the numbers behind the curtain tell a colder story. It is a story built on withheld tax, opaque deals, vanishing margins, and musicians trapped between two equally painful choices. Do you remain independent and scrape by on the goodwill of fans, keeping your autonomy intact? Or do you sign to a label and gain access to the support slots, marketing power, and recording budgets your career needs, only to find out that your financial well-being has been placed last in line?
The internet loves to take swipes at Witch Fever’s aesthetic. Too theatrical, too ‘woke’, too try-hard, too intense, too genre-hopping, too this and too that. Yet the fixation on their image glosses over a far more urgent issue. The wolves appear when an artist reaches a certain level of visibility. The noise gets louder. The offers start rolling in. The contracts land on the table. Every option seems to come with a price. What the public rarely sees is the toll these decisions take on musicians trying to build sustainable careers within a system that prioritises profit long before it considers the bodies and minds powering the spectacle.
Arena tours symbolise triumph. They look like the finish line. To the outside world, playing Wembley is the point where financial strain should evaporate. Yet the economics of touring have turned inside out. Costs explode. Fuel, visas, insurance, crew, tax. Even support slots across major venues can be financially desolate, since the prestige is treated as payment in itself. Witch Fever delivered performances that should have been career-defining. They walked out with next to nothing in their pockets.
This is where the disconnect becomes dangerous. Audiences assume financial comfort. Industry gatekeepers assume resilience. Labels assume gratitude. Meanwhile, musicians juggle survival like a side quest. Witch Fever’s bassist explained that their tour profits are locked in withholding tax throughout Europe. Their vocalist admitted that she is surviving off what is left of her late mother’s pension. Neither statement fits the neat success narrative people want to believe. The truth is far more disquieting. Visibility has never guaranteed stability. Today, visibility can even accelerate burnout.
Objectively, Witch Fever has earned every accolade they have received. Their live presence radiates conviction. Their discography carries bite and weight. Their aesthetic exists for the people who recognise themselves in it. But none of that protects them from the structural realities of being signed to a major-affiliated label. The budget for studio time, campaign planning, distribution, and PR may look generous on paper. It buys access that independent acts fight for years to attain. Yet the cost of those perks is often paid in forfeited control.
Labels can approve or reject artistic decisions. They can steer release dates. They can intervene in creative direction. They can stretch timelines so careers remain in a holding pattern. They can choose what gets pushed and what gets left to sink. When musicians speak about feeling used as pawns on the chessboard of the industry, this is what they mean. You move where you are told to move. You accept the conditions as part of the bigger plan. You play the long game in the hope that the sacrifice will eventually pay back what you have lost.
For some artists, the exchange feels worth it. For others, the compromise hits too deeply. Witch Fever’s honesty exposes how one of the most promising heavy bands in the UK can still find themselves unable to secure temporary work between tours because the grind never stops long enough to stabilise anything. This is the ecosystem functioning as designed. The label benefits. The venue benefits. The headliner benefits. The marketing machine benefits. The band finishes the run feeling lucky and gutted at the same time.
When fans turn on bands for their choices, the conversation tends to flatten into petty lines about aesthetics and genre purity. Witch Fever has faced all of it. Too stylised. Too polished. Too contrarian. Too mainstream. These arguments never touch the reasons why artists sign the deals they sign, accept the tours they accept, or shift their creative approach. People underestimate how restrictive the options actually are.
Once an artist reaches a certain point, the wolves at the door do not represent danger as much as they represent inevitability. You are either scouted or ignored. You either take the deal or risk fading into the background. Independence is romantic until the bills arrive. Label life feels validating until the constraints appear. Witch Fever’s situation shows how choosing either path comes with consequences. Remaining independent means relying entirely on fan support to fund projects, with no safety net. Signing to a label means surrendering slices of your autonomy and hoping the machine works in your favour.
Criticism becomes easier than empathy in these moments, allowing the nuance to become lost, and the reality of survival is unseen. People forget that behind the theatrics, noise, and makeup are musicians piecing together their livelihoods in an industry that rarely rewards them for the cultural labour they provide.
The contemporary musician is expected to be omnipresent. Always online, always promoting, always touring, always creating. Yet every step of that cycle drains resources. Even bands who sell out shows struggle with visa fees, production costs, crew wages, vehicle hire, and the labyrinth of international taxation. Witch Fever touched the arena circuit, but their profits evaporated long before the applause died. It is a contradiction that countless musicians face. They carry the weight of cultural impact, yet the industry structures leave them living hand to mouth.
Record labels lean on the appeal of exposure. They can open doors that will never open for independent acts. But that exposure often leads to obligations that swallow any financial gain. Commitments stack up. Recoupment clauses lurk in the background. Royalties are chipped down to a fraction. What should feel like a victory becomes another form of debt. Musicians are encouraged to be grateful for crumbs because crumbs are what the system allocates to them.
Witch Fever’s story is not an anomaly. It is a symptom of a broader collapse in the economic stability of working musicians. Touring is expensive. Streaming revenue is negligible. Merch helps, but not enough. Labels maintain their margins while artists exhaust themselves trying to keep up with the escalating demands of visibility. There is passion in the craft, but passion does not pay rent.
Witch Fever did not speak out for sympathy. They spoke out because the situation is unsustainable. They have reached a level of acclaim that should, by all logic, secure their livelihood. Instead, they are navigating the same storm that countless artists face behind closed doors. Their honesty strips the glamour from the touring myth and exposes the truth that success and financial stability no longer walk side by side.
The industry offers two paths. Independence with freedom and constant struggle. Or the label route with amplified opportunity and tethered autonomy. Neither is ideal. Neither guarantees security. Musicians are caught between devotion to their craft and a system that profits from their labour while giving them the least in return.
There is no quick fix. But there is clarity in confronting the truth. Witch Fever’s candour shows how vital it is for fans, critics, and the industry at large to reconsider what success means, who benefits from it, and who pays the hidden cost.
Article by Amelia Vandergast