Lights

Spin Cycle
 
It’s been a long time since you washed your clothes. The pile of laundry in your bedroom creeps further towards you every time you hurl another sweat-filled sock at it. Two, three weeks now? Excuses keep flowing. 
 
‘I don’t have time.’ 
‘Fabric softener is too expensive.’  
‘Those pants can be reused.’
 
You shouldn’t reuse pants. You know you shouldn’t reuse pants. 
 
A month of non-washing passes and it becomes too much. Some of your family aren’t talking to you anymore. Your partner’s eyes are starting to wander. Even your milkman has shunned you. 
 
You do the right thing - book a half-day off work - and do some laundry. 
 
Click goes the door of the washing machine and it’s off. You stand back, impressed with yourself. 
 
Round and round and round, it goes. 
 
Slowly at first, a warm feeling of bliss starts to grow and envelope the soul. 
 
Round and round and round, it goes. 
 
Gone is the nausea! Ridden are you of the guilt, the embarrassment, the social pariah-status! 
 
Round and round and round, it goes. 
 
HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!
 
Round and round and round, it goes.

Bag Of Cans - Spin Cycle

Zoetrope Single Edit

I wanna go crawling in my skin
Faking a smile until it’s hurting
Tied up in a world and I can’t help it
Time will never know what you want

Try my best not to cry
Took what you wanted then gone

I wanna see what you’ve done to her
Breaking a heart sometimes they never learn
Chew too much and choke
Wouldn’t you know
Never honest
Never innocent
I hope you never get what you want

Try my best not to cry
Took what you wanted then gone

And I hate you so much
And it’s me who loved you more
And I know it’s too much

F***

In the quiet of a room
When there’s nothing left to do
Will you hold me babe
Save me

People disappear from view
See the sunrise on the roof
I already hate today
It’s so lonely

Get up 
I know we just made it home
I’m not surprised that I’m not sober
Being alive is just getting old
I’m not surprised that I’m not sober

Thought I’d give away my youth
To something better used
And I need it babe
It’s just part of the day

I don’t know 
never talked much
Sometimes feelings not enough
There’s a deeper pain
It’s empty

Get up 
I know we just made it home
I’m not surprised that I’m not sober
Being alive is just getting old
I’m not surprised that I’m not sober

So get up I know we just made it home
I’m not surprised that I’m not sober
Being alive is just getting old
I’m not surprised that I’m not sober

A Place You Grew Up In

Surprise

I’ve been so tired
Do you know why?
Could you read my mind? 
The truth’s been hard to chew 
That if it’s not you
Then our end is soon 

I know that if ever I fall
They’ll never mean as much as you 
I’d talk but the words feel too tall 
And I’ve never felt that much in me
I could love you better, better 
No, I would love you better, better 

With time, will it pass me by?
Just a glint in the eye
A tale shared like wine
Is it true
That to love you bruise?
And that’s what you choose
How does that feel good? 

I know that if ever I fall
They’ll never mean as much as you 
I’d talk but the words feel too tall
And I’ve never had that much in me
I know that if ever I fall 
They’ll never mean as much as you 
I’d talk but the words feel too tall 
Guess I've never seen that much in me 

I know that if ever I fall
They’ll never mean as much as you
I’d talk but the words feel too tall 
And I’ve never felt that much in me 
I could love you better, better
No, I would love you better

I Could Love You Better

First single from the LP afterville, due late 2022

Face

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

The Laughing Chimes is a musical project formed by teenage brothers Evan and Quinn Seurkamp based out of southeast Ohio. Living in a small, crumbling coal town on the brink of obscurity, Evan and Quinn wanted to bring to light some of their feelings and experiences from their time here. The project draws inspiration from American and British jangle pop from the 80s and 90s; establishing songs that blend enduring sounds with new melodies. The duo's 2020 album "In This Town" drew attention worldwide for its brilliantly timeless songs that could just as easily originated in Athens, GA or Dunedin, NZ as eastern Ohio.
 
The overwhelmingly positive reception of "In This Town" inspired the brothers to work on their next set of tunes. Evan wrote "Laurel Heights" upon seeing a sign in West Virginia with those words and from there the idea of an EP started to take shape.  More songs were written (some were discarded) and finally the brothers settled on the 6 tracks that comprise the "Zoo Avenue EP," including the first song written by Quinn.

From the deliciously paisley-tinged opener "Ice Cream Skies" through future anthem "Laurel Heights," the pastoral "Cats Go Car Watching" and the gorgeously melodic jangle of "Zoo Avenue" we can hear that Evan and Quinn have crafted a terrifically assured follow-up to "In This Town," one that sharpens their sound and broadens their musical palette while retaining all of the considerable charm of their debut. They're already working on their next record and have recently expanded to a trio and started playing live shows, so we're beyond excited to see where they go next.

The Laughing Chimes

Zoo Avenue EP

The Laughing Chimes - Ice Cream Skies

Blow Dry

lemme know if I should drop on all platforms

Lyrics:

promise me we'll never grow old

you watch as my heart turns cold

longing for what you never told me

wondering why you'll never hold me

hoping that'll never be me
[it's not me]
hoping that you'll set me free
[I'm set free]
hoping I can be at ease

just make it so this pain can freeze

this hopeless life

where all is lost

promise me we'll never grow old

you watch as my heart turns cold

longing for what you never told me

wondering why you'll never hold me

hoping that'll never be me

hoping that you'll set me free

hoping I can be at ease

just make it so this pain can freeze

F***

Laveda

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