Like six people emerging out of a Charles Bukowski story, Far From Finished rises from the pages to remind you just how fucked up life is and just how dangerously humorous our filthy little secrets and insecurities can be. They blaze the tragic line between shame and comfort, leaving no one safe along the way. Every song leads you through a story, an opinion, or cry for help. You’re brought back to a time where every breath you drew was innocence, as you fall with every minor and rise with every major.
The story of Far From Finished begins in New York. They’re your average kids saying "fuck all" and grabbing the world by the balls. We’re here, we’re fucked up, it’s our own fault, and we love it. New York becomes Boston, and demons paired with melodies become songs.
After surviving a near fatal accident in early 2006 the band pushed on. Completing multiple tours of the United States, Canada, Europe, and Japan
While they have trod a hard and rocky road, every obstacle and disaster simply confirms the band’s commitment that this is the place and time where they want to be. Let other so-called punk bands play dress-up, strike a pose, and eventually disappear; Far From Finished will continue to fight their way through the bullshit with music that expresses both the anger of alienated youth, and the sorrow of a troubled soul.