Reconstituted from the primordial pitch of late-wave noisepop, the music of Motorhome takes you back and drives you forward like a nitrous-fueled Winnebago that’s dropped its muffler.

On track after track of the Missoula quintet’s 2018 debut, “Magnets,” echoes of your older brother’s pre-millennial mixtapes rumble and roar from the overtaxed speakers. Guitars and vibraphone chime over an emotive scribble of multilayered distortion, stuttering drums and propulsive bass. Layered vocals recline on a bed of swooning synthesizers.

Every track is a tangle of noise and signal, hope and regret — an intoxicating, naïve, beautiful quest toward an impossible horizon: unity composed of chaos.

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