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Concision

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by Broken Few

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Our eagerly anticipated debut album. Recorded in seemingly unending snow in 2010 with Jason Sanderson, this release chronicals 14 raw, melodic firey polemics and personal laments.

It's taken a while, but we are pleased to announce a September 5th release on Worn Thin Records. This disc comes with 12 page booklet full of linear notes on glorious matt art paper!
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released 05 September 2011
Broken Few is Jonathan Honnor, Lee McConnell, Jordan Lovett and Greg Robson.
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tags: broken few hard rock hardcore punk punk rock alternative melodic hardcore Sunderland
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Broken Few is a melodic rock band from Sunderland UK, formed in late 2008 by former members of The Mercury League, Uni ... more Wrong, and Former Cell Mates. They enjoy DIY music, meat-free dinners and expensive whisky.

So far the band has managed to play countless gigs – most recently a 10 date support tour with Canadian legends the Sainte Cathrines and release their debut album 'Concision'. less

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Track Name: Settled Debts
The winners were scared in the wake of the debris – the upshot of contested legacies. But the rituals and monuments quickly diminished any consequence. As we balanced their books, our pages were torn and the carnage fused as millions mourned. These symbols we’ve come to wear are tainted by despair and by the forces who can only feign virtue. Not just to fake or glorify. No necessary sacrifice. Vultures return to where they once nursed. Ripping flesh from bone, they feed. This is our economy unleashed.
Track Name: Shifts
This is the moment where we turn to face ourselves. Within these sprawling corridors, these crowded halls, amongst impenetrable texts. Passivity and despair. All assertions worn well thin, all accusations tired and stale, we’ll roll out every farfetched myth around just to resist constraint. Those days are gone. Our days are numbered. Our senses numbed. This arrogance tramples down all opposing interests. Now, with the battle lines redrawn, and yet more to kick against, life as we know it hangs upon our expansion or restraint. What do we have left? Should we just hold our breath and wait for promised lands or empty threats to fulfil, make or break us? Those voices just impede the motivations that we need to stop the comforting paralysis that breeds. I can’t let the testament of a few pathetic men sign off on destruction and this insane mess we’re in. Those days are gone and our senses numbed. But arrogance convinces us.
Track Name: Unending Tasks
Her tone tramples them all down in the end. Her discourse resounds and it’s brutal. In desperation you try not to drown. A pitiless breathless message of dissent. The turning point is here, at the summit pointing west. Cast in their roles, underscored rights, wrapped in violence, torn right apart. Her life stained by severed ties and history provides a brand anticipated and debated for her crimes. All dimension lost in the fanfare. But it’s something to question aggressive means in such incendiary times with leaders with their ears to the door. Their thoughts dissolved her to denigration, a force that rocked foundations. All dimension lost in the fanfare.
Track Name: Exit Strategies
Between races to divide them thick and fast, as encouraged occupations advance their splintered past, they leave little more than the groundwork for extremist forces to breed where the cracks were born. And those who have blind faith in proxy wars abate all conceivable resolutions. I’m not alone, I know, as I’m pained to see generations lacking any memory of anything outside of war and strife. Beyond our comprehension of their plight. Signals crossed, collision paths, static screams, and splintered seams. Lives are inexpensive, but when is payment ever due? Wars abroad will end at home. The motives and manoeuvres will always vary and diverge to conduct western liturgies. Wars abroad will always end at home. Our delusions diminish our ability to distinguish windows from TV screens.
Track Name: Bearing and Distance
So we sit tight at the feet of nail biters and thieves as the plans are set in stone by the indispensible. We’re under siege. Our lives on hold for spectacle and old routines, consumed by cold war fallacies. You may not know the acts done in your name but on the receiving end they know your prostrations all too well. They can’t be written off as unintended costs or the price to end your outrage. To face facts against doubt, or to make bets as this house burns out. Just the by-products of intentions obscured by conflict. Acts to malign fictitious foes with comforting rubrics. Such comforting rubrics. I guess we’re all just waiting for reality to hit. The unspoken is no less real. The recognition of the enduring struggles that short memories omit. It may take longer for the afflictions to take hold, but in the end you reap what you sow. The unspoken is no less real.