MOTORIST — DAYS OF YOUNG
The year 1999 somehow seems like yesterday and an eternity ago at the same time. High school seniors were basking in the glow of graduating in the coolest year possible while ruing an impending apocalypse at the same time, and Codeseven had just released a remarkable chunk of post-hardcore called Division of Labor that was going to put Winston-Salem back on the map. At the time it was a reminder of the possibilities of rawboned melodies, shuddering rhythms and anthemic choruses that went the way of Fugazi. Jon Tuttle was the bassist behind the raw, snarling, low-end pathos that defined Codeseven, which he resurrects on guitar astonishingly well for the debut Days of Young by his new band Motorist. The first melody that we hear is so disjointed that it almost seems to be a mistake, but the melody opens up with a fluidly that suggests there could be no other way. “I’m beginning to think that we’re a dying breed,” Eric Swaim sings on opener “The Dying Breed,” a thirtysomething’s favorite refrain, but it’s not an album of nostalgia. The juxtaposition offered by the grungy pop earwig “Free with Your Blessing” insists that the heaviest days are behind Tuttle and his bandmates entirely, but fond memories remain.