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Imagine Northstar, The Early November, New Found
Glory, and early Fall Out Boy’s vans colliding
in a winter storm, aimlessly scattering bodies and
lyrics in the snow. Dazed and confused the members
of each band wearily trek back to what they think
to be their respective vans, and try to remember
the direction their music was heading in. The product:
Seattle’s Amber Pacific.
Mixing pop, punk, emo, and who knows what else,
Amber Pacific is able to produce the catchy, over-harmonized
sound most bands who are signed on Drive-Thru
strive for. While their sound isn’t anything
that hurts the ears, it certainly isn’t
anything that the ears haven’t experienced
before.
Their lyrics are touching in that “I-can’t-believe-you-thought-of-me-while-you-were-out-of-town-on-a-fishing-trip-with-your-dad,
swear-you’ll-never-leave-me” type
of way. But that is to be expected from a band
whose members are the average age of 19, just
barely out of high school.
Perhaps with a little time, and a few more birthdays,
Amber Pacific will realize their potential and
branch out past the confines of their basements
and poetically pathetic sentiments.
www.hopelessrecords.com
Sarah Conway, May 20, 2005
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