LYRICS:

The cracked foundations showed
After they pressured washed the patio
The gin and tonics flowed
60:40 was the ratio
She was once again scarred
After he brought the second Jaguar
Not real but probably
Happening somewhere in the Home Counties
The Home Counties

As the sun is going down in a Middle English town
As the sun is going down in a Middle English town

The cracked foundations grow
After they’re forced to sell the second home (oh no!)
They know the neighbours know
If they say walls can talk then so can gnomes
They fired the gardening staff
And followed tips read in The Telegraph
Not real but honestly
This shit is normal in the Home Counties
The Home Counties

As the sun is going down in a Middle English town
As the sun is going down in a Middle English town
As the sun is going down in a Middle English town (In a Middle English town)
As the sun is going down in a Middle English!

As the sun is going down in a Middle English town (The Home Counties)
As the sun is going down in a Middle English town (The Home Counties)
As the sun is going down in a Middle English town (The Home Counties)
As the sun is going down in a Middle English

As the sun is going down in a Middle English town
As the sun is going down in a Middle English town

The Home Counties

Yndling

Like Love Is Real (Radio Edit)

Glass

Written and performed by The Crowleys
Lyrics by Giuliana Frontini
Recorded by Cohen Wylie at Threshold Recording Studio
Mixed by Cohen Wylie and Michael Keire at Threshold Recording Studio 
Produced by Cohen Wylie, Michael Keire and The Crowleys
Mastered by Brian Lucey at Magic Garden Mastering
Artwork by Chloe Moss

Sewer Drain

Lyrics:

All the pills are drying me out
You gave me hope but turning me down
All of you here but never around

It’s alright
I will carry on
In my sweetest tone
Sometime I wish you could just
Wait for me

All the jeans are wearing me out
You built me up now tearing me down 
You showed me love now loving me out

It’s alright
I will carry on
In my sweetest tone
Sometime I wish you could just
Wait for me

It’s alright
I will carry on
In my sweetest tone
Sometime I wish you could just
Wait for me

My Sweetest Tone

Release Date - Nov 11, 2022

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.

VINYL 💿

S.C.A.B. - Tuesday

Credits:
Engineered and mixed by Ryan Santos Phillips at Lux Perpetua NYC
Assistant engineering by Blaine Bailey and Joni Kyynäräinen
Mastered by Justin Colletti at Joe Lambert Mastering

Album art direction and layout by Coward's Way
Album art photography by Maria Nemm
Band photography by Nika de Carlo
Logo design by Jared Cortland

Lyrics:

Swaying on the edge of the Earth
The spider’s spun her web
Across panes of sullen glass
An ashen face torments this place
Where the body’s laid to rest
Where the angels strike us down
Birthing a new life

So, so slow
So fleeting

Still, in the pace of the wake
This life, a series of deaths and tragic ends
Her sallow face torments the place
Where her warmth once left a trace
Then the angels took her hand
Returning her to Earth

So, so slow
So fleeting, now
Some come and go too swiftly

For all the writing hands
And games we trade amidst the plains here
For all the pause and play within the maze
We trade at will here
In memoriam, she reaps fields strewn in gossamer
In immortal halls her pain will cease to be

Swaying on the edge of the Earth
The spider’s spun her web
In corners unconcerned
An ashen face torments the place
Where the body’s laid to rest
Where the angels guide her down

And give her peace again
And finally full breaths

Gossamer Blue

Gossamer

Stream 'Sunroom' now: https://orcd.co/fetchtiger-sunroom

The Anglo-American duo Fetch Tiger is releasing their second single with Nice Guys Records, ‘Sunroom’. It narrates the dynamic between two brothers growing up, as they desire to be close to one another while feeling the need to claim their own identity as individuals, which eventually led them to push each other away. Anchored in a sun-kissed chorus with twinkling guitars, this new indie rock song will surely make you fall even more deeply in love with those two artists than ever before.

Sunroom

Fetch Tiger - Sunroom

Billy

i just wanted you and no one else
and you know ive been going thru hell
i try to come back i always fell
try to text back, but it always fail
i just wanted you and thats that
you never wanted me back
now im feeling so sad
you had my back, youll never have it back now
i feel so bitter and
i am so severed and
you arent getting better
and neither am i
i feel so bitter and
i am so severed and
you arent getting better
we never will

@rockstar-jr-277471798 (luvnoirr)
like why do i have to be insecure
my head is always in a blur
when i think im just never sure
now im just slurring all my words
you leech onto me like a curse
(?) always getting worst
i feel washed up like (?)
i always thought i was ur first
im crying out to u
u hate me, i hate me too
lately i been confused
idk what imma do
i dont exist to u
and yk that shit is true 
i hate your fucking (?)
like why you gotta be so damn rude?

bitter

Liebe ist ...  ein Feuer im Sturm

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