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S​.​C​.​A​.​B.

by S.C.A.B.

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1.
Found another way into a world I wanna see and find out about I recognize the faces of a few but don’t don’t bother learning names  There’s company I find obscene  I’m learning me  I’m learning there’s a chat to have and pay my respects  There’s nothing in between  I hear it all the time but  How do I Make space and time Don’t let me go  I don’t wanna wake up  Has it been four straight years Of sharp sounds hitting my ears Bouncing off tall dark green beams of steel  Whose coat decays and chips away at me  That’s strange  With everything on its side  I’m calling you out  How do I Make space and time Don’t let me go  I don’t wanna wake up  Why do I dream of you  Dreaming in blue Counting on you Dreaming of you Cancel my mood  Cancel my mood Guess the season is through  Done waiting for you There were several lights on the ceiling that night  Red blue and green  All danced together  Holding hands Smiling back at me I remember it vividly  But I took a picture on my phone just in case
2.
MTA LUX 02:54
What’s the deal we’re a mess Can’t they see that I’m wrecked  It’s a fact that  I wont let you know Do what you can when I can’t do it  But I won’t stop cause I won’t ever  I won’t ever be satisfied  At least I think I started  Again Because I want it so bad But don’t wanna begin  So when I meet you there  Halfway there  Stay in the middle  You’re so sure  That you got  All of the things I forgot  Where’s the fact that  I won’t let you know  You’re doin what you can and I respect that  But I won’t stop cause I won’t ever  I won’t ever be luxurious darling  I started  Again Because I want it so bad But don’t wanna begin  So when I meet you there  Halfway there  Stay in the middle  With me I want your love  Could you gimme gimme gimme  When I won’t give back  I could just fool myself  For a year If you’re in the middle  When do we get another chance  I know she’s got a lot of thoughts When can we smile over lunch  I know I’ve lost a lot of what  Brought me such glee  Bringing you tea The Kiri tree You pointed out to me  I know you’ve lost your way  You can always find me  As sure as you stop to smell the pretty flowers  On the side of the street
3.
Cold stare Big smile  Your limbs Hang low  Tuesday  Is far gone  It’s hard  I know Highway small talk  Makes me Wanna lose my mind  All the time  Is there something  That we’ve been missing out on  Make moves Get up Too much  We want  Lights out Lose touch  With me  Don’t worry about it Highway small talk  Makes me wanna lose my mind  All the time  Is there something  That we’ve been missing out on  Oh  There are so many things  That upset me but Death pays such an ugly price  Watching my friends cry  There are so many things  That frustrate me when  Death breathes fresh air into life  Watching loved ones die There are so many things That frustrate me but  Death just tops them all  You took so much from us so  Back the fuck off for a second 
4.
Tuesday 04:07 video
She wore blue jeans that night And asked if I  Could come over I thought about asking if  Summer bliss has ever made her smile  Keep trying to let go Keep trying to let go of everyone I’ve ever loved  The street lamp feels like a warm candle  Creeping though the fog  Warming up the street  When she wrote a poem  About me Did she get the details right Keep trying to let go Keep trying to let go of everyone I’ve ever loved  Keep trying to let go I keep trying to let go yeah Monday lacks depth Tuesday comes In a song  You heard Book you’ve read Monday lacks sun  Tuesday comes  In a song you learned  Monday lacks a little idea  No wonder I’m sitting here With my legs crossed tight Crossing over to her side  I tried sit outside  One last time The sun beat down on my head  Burning my skin  Ooh
5.
C86 03:29
Am I still on time When I slow down Is it any wonder who can talk When I slow down Well it's dripping from every side  And it stains your sighs with southern air The kind that we couldn’t cut With a knife  Or a kiss yeah You make another wish  Do it all again Cause I’m trying not to Make another fist  Do it all again   Cause its dripping from every side  And it stains your sighs with southern air The kind that we couldn’t cut With a knife  Or a kiss It's like being alone  When I won’t stop  Looking at myself  In windows as I pass by  You walk into a bar  I crashed into a car  Does it even matter to you  It doesn’t make a difference now Look at how  Its dripping from every side  And it stains your sighs with southern air The kind that we couldn’t cut With a knife  Or a kiss It's like being alone  When you won’t stop  Looking at yourself In windows as we pass by 
6.
Give it a rest  I protest Say you’re mine  Give it a rest  I protest Don’t say you’re mine I keep looking for something wrong  When I listen to your favorite song I keep saying that something's wrong   But that’s not true  Well I need some space  And I’ll ask for it back  I keep looking for something wrong  When I listen to your favorite song I keep saying that something's wrong   But that’s not true Keep looking for something wrong  When I listen to your favorite song I keep looking for something wrong  Listening to your favorite song  Soft pink bike  Matched your cheeks  We got high in a tiny hammock grove  There you laughed  Then you laid next to me   Listening to your favorite song 
7.
I’m shutting down Thrusted into a self  I’ve forgotten all about  I can’t sustain a mood  So so so what  I’m reaching for a simple time Does that make me go back in time I heard from two doors down you cried  It made me wanna feel alright  Oh come on Maybe if I thought about it  I don’t wanna live without it  Make it fit into a screen  Wonder if it’ll wind up being Soft and sweet All beige and green A color that you might have seen  I hope not  I tune in I turn out Maybe if I thought about it  I wouldn’t wanna live without it  It’s true I’m searching for a simple time Does that make me go back in time I heard from two doors down you cried  It made me wanna feel alright  Maybe if I thought about it  I don’t wanna live without it  Oh come on Maybe if I thought about it  I don’t wanna live without it 
8.
There’s a soft chance  That I won’t get to bother you I’m erring on the side of something right  overthinking lines like all the time  There’s a soft chance  That everything I did was for you All I need to do is something right  Everyone’s going insane  If you wanna join  They’ll just turn you away But I don’t wanna believe in it  I’m hungry for a city  That showed me the way I wanna know how it all makes sense  If you wanna know  I can show you the way In time There’s culture at every turnstile  That spins Get dizzy and smile  Had her only for a bit  Bet they wonder about it  Does she bike past where I live  It’s a short ride  New York City kinda grit  Way down Way down  Way down in queens  Way down Way down Everyone’s going insane  If you wanna join  They’ll just turn you away But I don’t wanna believe in it  I’m hungry for a city  That made me ok I wanna know how it all makes sense  If you wanna know  I can show you the way In time There’s culture at every turnstile  That spins Get dizzy and smile  All I ask Has become boring I break my back  Just to  Watch the sun set again  Pink blush down my face and  Soft clouds that  Set sail as I inhale again  But all I ask  Is for my city back 
9.
Give out chances  Give my time  If it doesn’t all add up  Keep it to myself Keep me grounded  When I need it  Hope she sees that  I’m a decent  Means of living  Won’t stop feeding Your sweet demons  Make it stop Please keep me tied up  When you want it  Pleather tastes like sugar   You liked turning around  Hits kinda different at night  Why don’t we give it a shot  Rockefeller  Never felt better
10.
Pink Tire 06:12
Hey!  Wait!  What’s the story behind everyone you hate That’s a big sign  Long line No time to waste Imma pass by and notice that I’m late  There’s a big pink tire I wonder why the sun  Hits it differently now Ooh Holding it all in to find expressive faces  Fill the streets  I hope you brought a pen this time  Curious apologetic compromises  When the pain is blooming all the time  Yeah Stop!  Don’t make a sound or play it down  I wonder where you got that from  It’s nice Feel the warmth of stereo coming from both sides I wish I sang more like Sinatra here I guess I gotta work on that oh well  Old blue eyes Holding it all in to find expressive faces  Fill the streets  I hope you brought a pen this time  Curious apologetic compromises  When the pain is blooming all the time  Yeah Wasted all the time Basically  Wasting all my time  Wanna make her mine  Caught up in a lifestyle that hurts me  I wanna remember  What it’s like to  Like being alive again  There was a time my grandmother took me to a Burger King The chairs all looked like Cadillacs freshly cleaned out of the car wash There was glitter and I smiled She would feed me here off the Knickerbocker M stop when she checked on her tiny house in that we no longer own You know the one... On Evergreen and Stanhope I would tell this story to my friends and wear it on my sleeve like a badge or something Inconceivable  Inconceivable  Inconceivable how  She Would last longer than him I guess if anyone had a capacity to outlive it would be her Inconceivable  Inconceivable Inconceivable Inconceivable how She’s 95 now And she is precious

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GS035

"Propulsive... lacerated by liquefied-metal post-punk guitars" - Stereogum

Originally a working title representing the first letters of the band members’ names (Sean, Cory, Alec, Brandon), S.C.A.B. is an acronym with a shifting meaning – its phonetic double acting as a metaphor for protection and healing for a group that’s always been there for one another.

Following the release of the band’s debut album, 2019’s Beauty & Balance, COVID-19 put the brakes on the Brooklyn-based band’s burgeoning career. Not content with sitting still, the band decided to travel down to Georgia to record their sophomore, self-titled LP (S.C.A.B.), which they engineered and produced themselves. (side note: Brandon, the letter "B" in S.C.A.B., does play on this record, but has since left the group to focus on solo work under the name Hayfitz). Having distance from their beloved city during this unprecedented, tragic time helped them hone a sound that is even more distinctly New York.

Frontman Sean Camargo, whose parents immigrated from Ecuador and Bolivia as teenagers, was born in Elmhurst, Queens. His lyrics are colored with nostalgic memories of 90s Bushwick, where his grandparents later settled, alongside sardonic observations of the contemporary city where he landed again after stops in Maryland and Massachusetts. Each song on S.C.A.B. contains snapshots of New York moments that feel hazy with nostalgia, yet are the result of being present through transformational circumstances, no matter how seemingly small. As a self-titled effort, it solidifies the band’s mastery of balancing raucous, distorted guitars with glimmering spoken word passages and a pop-infused melodic confidence.

The angular guitar passages in lead single “Tuesday” conjure up trains skidding across deteriorated subway platforms, as Camargo declares he's "trying to let go of everyone I’ve ever loved," reflecting a relatable disillusionment with trying to form meaningful connections, and searching aimlessly for something worthwhile. Thematically, S.C.A.B. covers an array of topics ranging from grief (“Small Talk”), as Camargo describes bonding with another band member over the loss of a parent, to infatuation with a partner you know is ultimately bad for you (“Why Do I Dream Of You”).

S.C.A.B. is a result of four musicians, a tight-knit group, best friends: the kind of rare conditions that allow for such raw, emotionally-charged music. When the members of a band are this close, able to protect each other from the world outside it, they are a force to be reckoned with. As Frank Sinatra famously sang about the city, “Green beams of steel, making me feel, like I’m home again”. S.C.A.B. embodies that sentiment and evokes the intangible magic that is New York City.

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released November 11, 2022

All songs written by S.C.A.B.

Lyrics by Sean Camargo, produced & recorded by S.C.A.B.

Mixed by Dave Vittrano, mastered by Carl Saff

Vocals & Guitar - Sean Camargo
Guitar - Cory Best
Bass & Synth - Alec Alabado
Drums - Brandon Hafetz

Featuring Reilly McBride, Barry Best, Drew Citron

Cover art by Alec Alabado, vinyl package by Kyle Stetz with photography by Matt Marino and lettering by Adrian Bermeo

Special thanks: Barry and Ava Best, Doug Marvin, Lena Best, Matt Marino, Maggy Terrill, Jordan Rich, Tyler Hicks

Published by Cedrus Libani (ASCAP), Cory's Best Publishing Co. (ASCAP), Sean Camargo's House of Love (ASCAP) and Life on Loop (BMI)

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