The Scabs have it all: the talent, the skills, the show, the songs, the presentation and the desire to kick as much ass as is humanly possible and then some. The band that has always been known for its outstanding live performances has kicked it up to a new level. But fuck the bullshit! What this band has that no other original rock-n-roll band has is the GROOVE BABY!
Lead singer, Bob Schneider, has honed his considerable talents as a frontman into a nonstop tour de force of energy and excitement. Laying out the foundation of the funk is Bruce Hughes on the bass and David "Snizz" Robinson on the drums. David Boyle lays down an unquestionably cool bed of vintage keyboard sound that would make any phonophile grab themselves by the pussy and shout "Goddamnit!". The addition of the one two punch of Adam Temple and Charles Rieser on guitars gives this band enough six-string juice to quench any headbanging rockweenie's thirst. To top off this motherfucker of a hot fudge cockfest, they've added the grooveline horns: three tightlipped badboys from the valley who will literally blow you away; Carlos Sosa on saxophone, Fernie "Maddog" Castillo on trumpet and Rolo on longhorn.
The Scabs take the listener on a joyride through a musical landscape where life is fast, love is cheap and everybody's whites are whiter and colors are brighter. So fuck what you know and fuck what you've heard because until you've heard this band you're in the land of the party's over and my girlfriend's fucking my best friend.
 
Their lyrics are "naughty" to put it gently, their manner is absolutely one hundred percent masculine, and their live performances are a nonstop tour de force.
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