There’s a thin line between creative and pretentious. Truck Violence tread very finely along it with this second record, The weathervane is my body. A DIY album that mashes up hardcore elements with an odd sprinkling of folk here and there, the album follows on from their 2024 debut Violence, and is just as brooding and melancholic as its sibling.
There’s stuff to be enjoyed in The weathervane…, like its layered instrumental work that’s heavy hitting and uber-sludgy, but its lyricism spits strange poetic tales of dandruff, vaginas, yellow teeth and semen. Treading over that fine line from intriguing to plain weird, there are also many moments where it’s impossible for one not to question: what the fuck is this even about?
Eh, maybe that’s the whole point. Served up like a bleeding blue steak, these tracks will be one person’s delicacy and another person’s hard pass. Opener My dog would fuck the air has plenty of that good instrumental chaos, while vocalist and poet Karsyn Henderson wails over it with a distinct vocal tone that feels intentionally stretched and brash, ‘Enamel and my dandruff, a proverbial stretching of the vagina.’