Truck Violence have announced their new album “The weathervane is my body” and singing with The Flenser. You can pre order the album now here which will be released on June 26th, 2026.
Truck Violence’s second full length record,The weathervane is my body, is an attempt to answer, an attempt at conciliation through refusal.
Karsyn Henderson and Paul Lecours grew up in a French Canadian town of 600 people, graduating in a class of nine. By fifteen they were running a local studio and radio station. There was no industry support, no infrastructure, no template for what they were trying to do, only the work itself and the conviction that it was worth doing.
At seventeen they relocated to Montreal, joined by Chris Clegg and Thomas Hart, assembled from different corners of the country, and began building Truck Violence from the ground up.The weathervane is my body, the band’s second full-length record and first with San Francisco’s The Flenser, is the product of that process. Every element reflects this. The group composition, the recording, the mixing and the visual media were all produced in house without outside intervention. DIY here is not an aesthetic choice or a marketing angle, it is the only honest option available.
The album cover was shot on film by the band on Avenue du Parc in Montreal. A figure perches atop a small Quebecois-style house, handbuilt from reclaimed materials, spine curved, legs pulled in, bare-backed against a skyline that dwarfs everything beneath it. A rural thing dropped into the grit of the city, small and out of place and refusing to disappear. The body is naked and defenseless, open to every stimulus the world cares to deliver. This is the album in a single image.
The weathervane is my body is a continuation, an expansion, a further scribbling together of that angry statement of purpose that is their debut album, aptly titled Violence. Rooted in the noise rock and post-hardcore traditions, and steeped in a DIY ethic that runs deep in Canadian underground culture, the record is uncompromising in its refusal to be anything other than what it is: immediate, self-determined, and built entirely by the hands that imagined it.
The body is as capricious as ever, felt everywhere and in everyone to varying degrees. It is young and reaching for consolation that cannot be found. Shriek some more, says this record, but do so together. Shriek your honesty just as your fellow does unto you. The weathervane moves to every whim of the world, a world of people, things and actions. There is no guiding principle that would calm the mind, and yet it is our duty to cobble something together, an abode and a bed, a long table and an open room swept by many feet.
It is how we know beauty, because we are inadequate enough to suffer. Every attempt is a failure, but in the failure there is proof. In the awkward moaning and imperfect jangling of strings, we fail and so we create beauty. This record is a uniquely human composition, one which yells in many forms. What surrounds it and speaks more than it is the perfect, reverent silence. – Karsyn
As Kierkegaard argues, to fail to be oneself is one of the many impetuses for human despair, and nowhere is this failure more apparent than in the mediums we have created for ourselves. They demand caricature, digestible plastic food, a self tooled and hammered into impossible shapes. And so, we are in despair.