"I love you anyway..."
Within Conditioner's shiny indie pop percolator "Terms of Surrender" their seems to be voices that whisper things (devils or angels) that engender melodic responses. All the while there are lounge pop tones and delicious downbeats splashing around. The sound feels at once jubilant but laced with somber truths, "the end will be here sooner than you think". The bouncy production that feels like an interpretive dance in a musical is stirring and is so unabashedly jazz pop forward that you cannot help but get lost (or lured) in it all. Love when all the lush sounds fall away in the middle. The song cajoles but Conditioner's well presented gift, with the beautiful bows, contain more complexities than are attractively displayed on the surface.
The duo shares this about "Terms of Surrender":
[This song is about surrendering to love. It's a conversation between someone whose identity is tied to their independence, and the person they love trying to make them see that what they're looking for is staring them in the face. However, there's also a more sinister framing for this song - it's also intended as a story of a young person falling into a cult, and subsuming their personhood and individual goals in service of this organization.]
[I think the song is about 2 things at once - a celebration of acceptance of love, and a warning about fully losing touch with yourself. Really falling in love and building a life with someone requires that loss of independence - and that sacrifice is beautiful. But it can also be terrifying. This song tries to capture both sides of that in equal measure.]
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Conditioner are a Los Angeles-based duo who make bright, buoyant indie rock that rewards a close listen. Driven by sparkling clean Telecaster tones, the billowing pads of a Moog or Juno, and stacked vocal harmonies, Conditioner's songs ask more questions than they answer - what the hell are any of us doing here?
With song subjects ranging from lovesick paeans for long-dead painter Leonora Carrington, to contingency planning for the zombie apocalypse, to giving up and joining LA's most famous bizarre religion/cult, Conditioner wants to take you weird places and enjoy the view together.
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