**THIS PAGE IS RUN BY NEW GRANADA RECORDS, NOT THE MEMBERS OF SCROG ***
With a crushing ferocity and a true independent spirit shared by fellow hometown heroes Reversal Of Man and Assuck, Scrog was one part brutal punch to the face, two parts Joy Division and three parts Melvins. Forging new territory for the mid-90’s HardCore/Screamo/Metal scene, Scrog combined all the elements of Tampa, Florida’s heavy reputation with introspective lyrics to make heavier, slower, louder mayhem that was intensified tenfold during each live performance. With a backdrop of fully stacked Ampeg’s, it was these live sonic attacks that left the heart pounding, the brain thinking, and the walls rumbling.
"...this act displays more guts than any emo, screamo, whatever act that's around these days." - Chronicles of Chaos
"Bred from the black arts churned out by Tampa’s metal environs, then undercut by every other alterna-whattayagot, Scrog’s switcheroo hardcore amassed all kinds of jagged changes, sputtering rhythms and aggravating attitudes before most folks knew you could do that with music. Many still don’t." - Focus Magazine
It’s been years since Scrog took its final bow, and Central Florida is still feeling the aftershock of that last chord.
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Scrog "DISCROGRAPHY" (New Granada - NG007) containing every comp, seven inch and EP release is currently available on one 78:00 minute compact disc.
To purchase the CD, please visit the New Granada online store by clicking the image below:
I still remember going to see your "last show" at the Brass Mug. I was like 16. Some fucker tore out the ceiling, and you had to stop 2 songs in. We were pissed. Then I heard you actually played again, a few nights later! Agh!! It's cool though, cause I got to see you guys again, at New World, in 2005, or '06. Cheers!! To one of my favorite bands of all time!!!
Holy hell - the world will never be the same without fifty-man pile-ups on the floor at the Blue Chair. Scrog+Assuck always equalled unholy rips in the space-time fabric of the universe. I'm not even joking around. I blew out my speakers two months ago listening to the Scrog discography. Trying to recapture the intensity...
man... scrog is absolutely responsible for so much of my taste in music today. i still remember being 17 and seeing them open for buzzoven at club detroit and thinking 'i didn't know you were ALLOWED to make music this slow!' thanks for showing me the light fellas.
p.s. i suppose it's time to start setting up the omega man page now, huh?
so yeah. my first real show was seeing scrog and rosewater elizabeth @ the blue chair. i had to sneak out of my parents house to go. needless to say that single event shaped my view of music for the better and i will be eternally grateful.
No one was better, in fact, no one is today. In memory of Scrog and the good times that they were, I salute you with a dog pile, all by myself, crumpled onto the floor of my spare bedroom. Someone jump on me, please. Thank you. Thank you.
Talk about aging well! I havn't listened to these songs in years and they still destroy. Its like a time portal back to Temple Terrace, the punk house, The Stone Lounge, dead rats in the kitchen, the kitchen couch!!! More to come.
