"Hell, every guy's got his dream. Am I right? Between you, me and the wall, I had a doozy myself last night. Get this, a corn-fed harvest mouse, a hooker, a nun, a Flemish peasant woman, whips, chains, whistles, yo-yo-, a circus midget, my grandmother riding by on a bicycle giving me the finger, and a duck. Now, I don't know-- Are you crying?" It is as if Chris Farley had the foresight almost 15 years ago on what a typical Strange Tribe performance can bring. Like the rest of the children of what is now being referred to as “Generation Y”, these four young men have taken the passion of grunge, the attitude of punk, the subtle attack of indie and the volume of metal to create what can only be described as “Tribe Style” rock n roll! The mission statement has been written, the flag raised and enemy lines drawn, don’t miss the chance to witness the rockin revolution, recruiting new members one state, one stage, one note at a time. The time is now for the Tribe to swell, and in the immortal words of Mr. Farley, we ask you to join in with our battle cry! “Smokin', snortin', shootin', suckin', tokin', poppin', droppin'. Let's do a little dance."