“Something about True North has always baffled idealists. Tectonic plates established to guide the clearer top layer. Fragments of a desired truth, liberated; landscape untouched by the human condition, no need for compass. An English road pierces the jungle. An African herd grazes at the shore of the North Sea. Finding joy in the randomization of manipulation; the globe was slowly reformed from its pieces. Listen again, and I will not think the same. I changes. The compass tilts, constantly.”
Initially composed by Matthew Sage in early 2013, the core of this recording utilizes guitars, electronics, samples & field recordings; channeling ambient, hauntological and plunderphonic curiosities. The central material was then elaborated upon, proliferated upon, populated and redefined by a group of musicians (violinist, cello, saxophone, synth, guitars, iron). A Singular Continent stands as a collection of amorphous sonic vistas & lucid environments. History laughs like a jilted map.
The album, a 2xLP, is accompanied by four poems written by Grant Souders (one lends a line to the album’s title) & a series of collages by Nathaniel Whitcomb (one graces the album’s cover). These works strive to further realize the elusive borders of this non-place through language and imagery.