Stuck out in the middle of the great plains, Grinnell, Iowa, can get unbearably cold and dull in winter. With nothing better to do, people talk. So it was in 2006, when Eric Davidson and Matt Wingerter, musicians and friends since high school, began trading anecdotes about playing in various local bands. Tired of the ambitionless scene, the two decided it was time to form a band like never before, one that would capture the violence of every school shooting and the brutality of a police riot, with songs whose melodies please the mind while its lyrics snuck up and stripped it bare. They knew the world needed Dead Horse Trauma. The band was formed to slap awake the complacent and celebrate with those who have seen through the false veneer of society. It attempts to reach those generations of anaesthetized Americans born and raised in the corporate womb to accept what’s given them. It asks them to rebel and revel in its highly amped charge. Several musicians served the cause over the early years, but