A moment arrives in many musicians' lives when it becomes clear that their career has peaked, that a passing mention in the local weekly and an inattentive, half-empty club is the brass ring, no matter how much blood and guts they leave on-stage. For Dayton, OH's decade-old
Swearing at Motorists, that realization isn't a future abstraction or some wistful
Replacements song on the radio; it's their past, present, and foreseeable future.
Last Night Becomes This Morning chronicles those desperate moments of self-doubt with such excruciating honesty it leaves you wondering what motivates singer/songwriter
Dave Doughman and drummer
Joseph Siwinski to slog on anyway night after night. This is, in every sense, a road warrior record; the 15 songs were recorded in vans, clubs, studios, and hotels on the road, as well as in a Berlin train station.
Doughman, once soundman for another oft-underappreciated outfit, fellow Daytonites
Guided by Voices, recounts the ups and downs of a career spent off the radar in unflinching detail and in stark, often demo-like styles. They range from
Stephin Merritt (minus the orchestration) flavored narratives (
"Not Tonight") and song snippets in the manner of
Fuck (
"Times Zones & Area Codes") to stripped-down
Ray Davies (
"Waterloo Crescent") and
Morphine lo-
rock (
"You Will Not Die Tonight"). On
"Timing Is Everything," Doughman comes to grips with fame's fickleness: "The cover of a magazine is one place you won't find me."
"Not Tonight" details a road-damaged relationship, while
"Ten Dollars" -- about hooking up after a show and copping dope on shady street corners -- examines the attraction of the double life the road affords: "What nobody knows/Ain't gonna hurt nobody tonight." But self-awareness,
Doughman suggests, exacts a heavy toll. "Sometimes nothing feels better than feeling nothing at all," he sings on the opener,
"Losing the Battle, Losing the War," then finishes the thought with the only line from
"Suicide on the Installment Plan," the disc-closer: "Your way of life is getting in the way of your life."
"Done in a Hurry" offers a brief shot of light, but even that comes with a chaser of cold, hard truth: "disappointment," he sings, "often offers relief."
Doughman is talented enough to keep such blatantly confessional lyrics just this side of maudlin, but their unrelenting bleakness begins to erode even the heartiest listener's defenses though the record spins out at a brisk 29 minutes. And while
Swearing at Motorists are clearly at ease in a variety of musical styles, it's tempting to yearn for fatter hooks, more fleshed-out arrangements, or just a cathartic chorus to sing along with at the top of your lungs -- which was what made
the Replacements' similar tribulations ultimately so inviting. Anything to believe that
Doughman knows the sacrifice and effort is worth it in the end. ~ John Schacht
