Labelmates of avant-rock grandpas Balterspace, Southpacific deals in essentially nonverbal, hectic guitar forays into ambience. These journeys eventually glaze over into the kind of spuzz abstraction traditions of Sonic Youth and AR Kane. Southpacific's songs are cacophonous photographs taken from the window from a falling 747 and are poetic: "Blue Lotus," "Telegraph Hill," and, especially, "ELO @ 182" are enigmatically titled, and the titles are helpful, in their way. Lovers of post-rock will find Constance either generic or brilliant or both, since what Southpacific is doing musically is considered "continual" music, derivative of other similar bands and their soundscapes, and dependent on the imagination of the listener. The songs are often suggestive rather than complete, an indistinct aspect they refer to as "the other part" of the music we literally do not hear. Not for the melodic at heart: some familiar drones and fret punching outstays its welcome before any image or sensation arrives. Fortunately it's never all-out frightening, which is another (less commendable) common effect in this kind of avant-garde trek.
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AllMusic Review by Becky Byrkit