The guys behind Amy Meredith have been on a rollercoaster of hype since their very first shows, touring Hollywood and Japan before actually having very many songs to play. Having come down from the high of their somewhat undeserved popularity, the quintet retreated to their Sydney-based sanctuary and planned their next move. The product of their labours is a fine stadium pop album, the kind with crunching baselines, yelled choruses and lots of synths. This is music you want to pump a sweat-drenched fist to. The whole album begs to be heard in a colossal arena, and has a tendency to feel a tad confined in headphones. Everything about Amy Meredith’s sound is massive, and demands listening from a huge audience.
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