In former lives spent with School of Seven Bells and Bear In Heaven, as well as under the solo-moniker Ateleia, James Elliott has explored the threshold of avant pop and minimalist, neo-psychedelia. With Conduit however, Elliott takes an unsavory and insoluble turn for the worst. Simply put, James Conduit is not in the mood for love. There’s no room on the vessel for sentimentality—merely a glass overfilled with primordial destitution and a mischievous grin.
On Conduit’s debut release, color and luminescence peak through the cracks, vibrating up through the murk in moments of sudden seduction. The dimly-lit synth line of "Peak Distractions" subtly pulses through, shrouded in a heap of electro-obsessed blips. The heaving pulse of "Creased" drives through its weighted course amid a flurry of collateral clatter and disjointed rhythms, simultaneously focused and careening off the rails.
"Ancient Spine" brings with it Two Lines Thick's linchpin, an artful centerpiece that lenses the EP in full-frame. With guttural and gut-wrenching low-ends hammering through its grey-toned modes, the track places itself within the context of the Greats of dark electronic, from Warp's earliest acid-soaked experimentors to Kassem Mosse's modern basement beat obsessives.
In an elegant array of rhythmic diversions and ever-shifting florescence, Two Lines Thick delivers bleakness in remarkable beauty.