Funeral for a Friend are a Welsh post-hardcore band from Bridgend who formed in 2001. The band's lineup comprises lead vocalist Matthew Davies-Kreye guitarist Kris Coombs-Roberts, guitarist Gavin Burrough, bassist Richard Boucher and drummer Pat Lundy.
Funeral for a Friend's popularity rose in the United Kingdom with the release of their debut album, Casually Dressed & Deep in Conversation (2003). Achieving both a gold certification and three top twenty singles in their home country, Casually Dressed & Deep in Conversation is often acclaimed as one of the landmark punk records of the 2000s. Hours (2005) and Tales Don't Tell Themselves (2007) showed an evolution in Funeral for a Friend's musical style from the style which defined their debut, as the group began to diverge from their use of screaming vocals, heavy metal influenced guitars, favouring more melodic rock influences. These albums achieved gold and silver sales certificates respectively in the UK.
Funeral for a Friend self-released their fourth album, Memory and Humanity (2008) through their short-lived record label Join Us, the album arguably being their most eclectic to date. Following this the band tied themselves to other independent labels for Welcome Home Armageddon (2011) and Conduit (2013), which both showed the band returning to the hardcore punk influenced style of their debut album.
Read more about Funeral For A Friend: 2001–03: Formation and Early Years, Musical Style and Influence, Members, Discography
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