hell yeah!

Just shy souls under the sun. Spellbound by American Rock Music and mystified by the Latin rhythms that emanated from the old Spaniard city corners. Seduced by the syncopated cadences of the sand and the sea, by the beauty of the Island women as they walked by. Haunted by mayhem demons from within, that grew louder and louder...
Miles away from the Island of the Sun, what was a lifetime, now just a page of yesterday. Reaching into the unfinished matters of life, searching for closure of the little things to forget and try to put away in some old trunk in a far corner of our memory...

Tribal Scream has performed in every dark, smokey, beer smelling, ugly rat hole bar for the past year. But, that's the price to pay...

Starting again from scratch in a different place, they uncover a sound grasping deep into their latin roots. A more mature sound, that found its strengths looking back at their own backyard - their culture.