The Weathervane Is my Body by Truck Violence

For fans of Chat Pile, My Wife’s an Angel, Prostitute, and Americana-influenced post hardcore, The Weathervane Is My Body by Truck Violence claws away at the anxious rage of postmodern life to reveal a critically damaged core. Most of the album occurs at the frantic high elevation of an explosively riffy brand of noise rock, allowing deeply pained, highly varied, and intensely personal vocals to guide us through this maze of pummeling intensity. However, at a few key points the distorted guitars and enormous drums pull back to reveal a core of acoustic folk music, one harmonizing with the same pain in a softer, more easily trampled voice. This reveals a spirit rotting from the inside, reflecting both on the individual in their lack of any effective moral grounding and in entire countries as their rural towns dwindle to nothing, a crisis which leaves our consciousness unmoored in past or future and left out in the cold dead world of the present.