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Those stubborn industrial ghosts have a scan at their legacy from the old kiln chimneys and hear the relentless chattering of perceived successes bouncing from the chemical snow. We all know that the great are those that endlessly speak of their own merits in an environment where they cannot be unheard. We look up to you. Add us. A twat greets a tosser on his fortieth in an empty pub and they tell each other that they're all right, they're okay, anyone would have done the same. They're only human. They're only doing as humans do and that isn't a great deal. Nothing to yell from an icy peak. Your best mate is with a bloke she doesn't love and her lovely nipper is being ignored by lifeless parents. She isn't the vibrant party girl she used to be and you're no longer the close friend who definitely isn't completely obsessed with her. You warned her about him, you told her so, she should have listened. What are the symptoms of alcoholism? I'm asking for a friend. Honest. I'm doing fine. I'd tell you if something was up. Mates have overdosed. Some lived to swear to never do it again. Some left you in error, some in desperation and some in certainty. Fuck this world, they're better off. I think. I don't know, I'm not so sure. I could well be wrong. I don't want to come to a decision...not today...for now...give me a cuddle, sister, brother. Stick a tune on. Yeah, THAT tune. Tell me a dirty joke. Call me a dick through that ropey grin of yours and slap my arse so I shout at you. Let’s right the world without a fucking clue what we're talking about and collapse in a sweaty heap when we're out of shit to talk. Let's eat the nasty breakfasts we can barely keep down and neck the amateur, milky brews. Let's point fun at our shortcomings and belittle everything we've grafted for because it wouldn't be the same if we acted like we loved each other. Here's to living: the massive, miniscule, wonderful pain in our arses. Onwards, upwards, no backwards or downwards, if you came this far you can go further, duck. Luke Owen Joseph Roberts – January ‘16 'They take a massive sound and give it heavier undertones, the result – something that effortlessly sets itself aside from the pack.' Gigslutz
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Loudness

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About Broken Flags

Those stubborn industrial ghosts have a scan at their legacy from the old kiln chimneys and hear the relentless chattering of perceived successes bouncing from the chemical snow. We all know that the great are those that endlessly speak of their own merits in an environment where they cannot be unheard. We look up to you. Add us. A twat greets a tosser on his fortieth in an empty pub and they tell each other that they're all right, they're okay, anyone would have done the same. They're only human. They're only doing as humans do and that isn't a great deal. Nothing to yell from an icy peak. Your best mate is with a bloke she doesn't love and her lovely nipper is being ignored by lifeless parents. She isn't the vibrant party girl she used to be and you're no longer the close friend who definitely isn't completely obsessed with her. You warned her about him, you told her so, she should have listened. What are the symptoms of alcoholism? I'm asking for a friend. Honest. I'm doing fine. I'd tell you if something was up. Mates have overdosed. Some lived to swear to never do it again. Some left you in error, some in desperation and some in certainty. Fuck this world, they're better off. I think. I don't know, I'm not so sure. I could well be wrong. I don't want to come to a decision...not today...for now...give me a cuddle, sister, brother. Stick a tune on. Yeah, THAT tune. Tell me a dirty joke. Call me a dick through that ropey grin of yours and slap my arse so I shout at you. Let’s right the world without a fucking clue what we're talking about and collapse in a sweaty heap when we're out of shit to talk. Let's eat the nasty breakfasts we can barely keep down and neck the amateur, milky brews. Let's point fun at our shortcomings and belittle everything we've grafted for because it wouldn't be the same if we acted like we loved each other. Here's to living: the massive, miniscule, wonderful pain in our arses. Onwards, upwards, no backwards or downwards, if you came this far you can go further, duck. Luke Owen Joseph Roberts – January ‘16 'They take a massive sound and give it heavier undertones, the result – something that effortlessly sets itself aside from the pack.' Gigslutz
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Genres:
Loudness

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