Shifts from Concision by Broken Few

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.

• Hardcore
• Punk
• Punk Rock
• melodic hardcore
• post-hardcore
• punk
• Sunderland