La Dispute, The Castle Builders
Interestingly, given how close La Dispute and Touché Amoré are and how the two bands came up at the same time, it took Jeremy seeing La Dispute live for Something… to actually resonate with him. It’s surprising, too, considering how visceral and emotional that record is – and how visceral and emotional Touché Amoré’s music is – but their history remains inextricably intertwined from the beginning.
“Our demo seven-inch came out on No Sleep,” he says, “and when that was being put out, Chris had given me a CD copy of Somewhere…. When I met Chris, he was working at Revelation Records and he was co-workers with [6131 Records’] Joey Cahill and I met him through Joey. When Touché started, we had done a demo and all I wanted for forever was something on vinyl. I’d seen that Chris was starting a label. I didn’t really know him very well, but I thought he was friendly enough so I sent him our CD, and as we were getting to know each other he showed me some of the other stuff he’d done, like the first Wonder Years LP and the La Dispute record. And when I first heard it, I was like, ‘Yeah, okay, this is alright – it was like a Midwest take on a mewithoutYou thing with an At The Drive-In-y feel to it. I didn’t 100 per cent get it at first.”
A few months later, however, when La Dispute were booking that fateful West Coast tour, Jeremy sorted out a gig in his home of Los Angeles. And then everything slid into place.
“They were looking to book West Coast shows,” remembers Jeremy, “and this was when I was still booking all the Touché shows at DIY spaces in LA. There was a venue at the time called Motion LA that was run by ravers who didn’t understand how cool the space they had was so they’d let us rent it for next to no money, so I booked a show. It was us, Comadre, La Dispute and Ghostlimb, and I met them in the parking lot and was immediately greeted with kindness. There was a really strong immediate connection, so I was like, ‘This band is awesome.’ And they start to play and probably within a minute of the first song it made sense. It was like, ‘Okay, now I get this.’ In person, that music kind of pushed everything into a different realm. It clicked. And then, going back to the record, it made a lot more sense to me.”
A decade on, Somewhere… , in all its re-amped glory, remains as powerful and moving as ever. It is, as it was, an unrelenting torrent of bleak desperation, full of rage at the futility of trying to claw back something that’s long since gone, something (or someone) who was so close and dear to you, that was an inextricable part of you, but which is now removed, vanished, separated by a body of water that will never – ever – let you get close to it again. That emotional evisceration – the tragic loss and helpless haplessness of Andria, the gut-punched, heart-shredded emptiness of Fall Down, Never Get Back Up Again or the rage-fuelled sadness of New Storms For Older Lovers – is still present on the record, but now, something else exists within its songs, something that wasn’t fully there when the band first made it: a sense of community and hope, and maybe even peace and redemption. Partly, that’s the power of hindsight, the perspective of distance, of growing up, of realising that – even if it’s the last thing you want to do – you have to let go to truly move forward.
“I definitely think that’s the big thing on the record,” says Jordan. “The end of the record doesn’t necessarily provide a resolution, but I think it provides an alternative path. That was the big thing that I wanted to portray in The Last Lost Continent, that while we feel uneasy or lack rest or feel scared or angry, there are ways to cope. And for me at that time – and still to this day – it was the community I found in punk rock and it was playing shows and it was the way it felt to be in a basement with 40 people singing along to songs, either ours or a friend’s. It was about that community, I guess, and finding one, finding a family. I don’t know that I really feel any differently about that that now. I think you are further into settling into a structure that works for you the older you get – ideally, anyway. I’m in a place where my life is so much more fulfilling than it was then. I have a beautiful life with a partner I love with a wonderful family and I’m still able to do the thing I love for a living and that’s fucking wild still. Every time I think about it I’m like, ‘Shit that’s so crazy that people care enough that I’m able to do this more or less – though not entirely – as my means of survival.”