Academy Of Contemporary Music
Coordinates: 51°14′12″N 0°34′39″W / 51.23658°N 0.5775°W / 51.23658; -0.5775
| The Academy of Contemporary Music | |
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| Location | |
| Guildford, Surrey United Kingdom |
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| Information | |
| Type | Music School |
| Motto | World Leaders in Music Industry Education |
| Established | 1997 |
| Website | http://www.acm.ac.uk/ |
The Academy of Contemporary Music (ACM) is a music academy located in Guildford, Surrey, England.
The school differs from more traditional music academies by its focus on rock and pop music, and its vocational approach. To facilitate careers for its students, it has established relationships with record labels and management companies, which offer opportunities for auditions and management/production jobs.
The school tries to appeal to young people (aged 16 and up) by having a very modern and "hip" look and feel. The reception, for instance, looks like the stage at a rock concert, with black lights and steel decorating the interior of both the reception and the rest of the halls of the main building. The Academy is constantly improving and developing its buildings.
The school provides practice facilities, personal tutoring and has performances both for students and other audiences that are held in Guildford's Electric Theatre
The faculty is varied, ranging from successful musicians to very skilled previous ACM students.
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