Tribe 11

Tribe 11

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"Tribe 11's material is diverse, shifting from straight-ahead rock to pieces with electronic space and world music elements with ease... [It] is reminiscent of albums from a time when bands were not afraid to experiment or stretch beyond the expected borders of their sound." Bill Knispel

Biography

Tribe 11 exploded on the scene in 2006 with their indie debut, “Six Degrees of Desperation.” The album offers an intoxicating, and often haunting mix of sound and lyric, penned by the band’s front man, Steven Webster. “Six Degrees of Desperation” is receiving rave reviews and radio airplay around the globe, fuelled in part by the reach of the Internet.

Production and engineering on “Six Degrees of Desperation” is by Everett Ravestein (Canada’s Rush, Barenaked Ladies, Chantal Kreviazuk). Fans compare the music to classic acts like Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd mixed with later influences like Jane’s Addiction, the Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead and Queens of the Stone Age. Yet,
Tribe 11 is no re-hashed imitation. Fans and critics agree that
Tribe 11’s impressive debut forges a path all its own.

While the songs and sounds on “Six Degrees of Desperation” are varied, nothing seems out of place or at odds with each other. According to Webster, “My goal with this album was to conjure a real and metaphoric ‘line’ or link between the music and the listener. Lyrically, there’s a strong sense of lineage, of threads, that gets woven into the music and in a larger sense between the tracks to create an ‘album.’ That is important. It seems like no one in the mainstream makes albums anymore – it’s all about the single, and that’s a shame.”

Tribe 11 also features the talents of Toronto-area musicians Tom Lewis on bass, John Collin on drums, and Russell Gray on guitar. “What’s interesting is that instead of a band writing and rehearsing a set of songs, Tribe 11 began as a set of songs and the band evolved around them with the addition of players over time,” notes Webster. “There was a very fluid sense of possibility in everything coming together, with the focus being on the quality of the music. Today we’re a pretty close-knit group, but as we’re rehearsing new material for the follow up album it still feels like we’re evolving the sound and coming together around the songs all over again.”

There is a constant tension in Tribe 11’s music that pushes and pulls between a bubbling simmer and an explosive boiling over. “Both elements are always there,” according to Webster. “Even when the guitars are screaming and the band is at full throttle, there are still the simmering subtleties that can be heard in the background. This is essential to me because it connects the music to the lyrics, both of which should be a journey toward clarity – not something that is appealing only at a surface level and then quickly becomes tiring, forgotten.”

In this vein, Webster cites his approach to music as his same philosophical approach to life generally. “I am inspired by the writings of Simone Weil. They instilled in me the idea that only in the quiet absence of everything is it possible to perceive anything, while, in the noisy abundance of everything there is an overwhelming perception of absence. Tribe 11 is an attempt to bridge the gulf between both those worlds.”

Tribe 11 is back in the studio in pre-production for their upcoming album, tentatively called "Suspended Animation."

Lyrics

Jonah's Butterfly

Written By: Steven Webster

Jonah’s Butterfly
Red rover, rover
Call your body over
From the far side
Out of mind
The bottom of the sea
Well I can’t feel for anything
Or anyone
I’m waiting for the hand
Of my God to rescue me
Torn away
The wanting for the city
Of the sun, the wind
The garden of the sand
Babylon
One step short of Avalon
One more breath from here beyond
Out of the frame!
Resounds the sound
A whisper or a sign
Sublime
You’re watching secretly
God damn it hurts so bad
The firm of terra nova
That I’m waiting for the ground
To open up and swallow me
Babylon
One step short of Avalon
One more breath from here beyond
Like butterflies tumbling
Inventing ourselves in mid-air
We are stumbling toward
You and I are together now forever
Red rover, rover
Start this whole thing over
Cut these
Ties that bind to
The bottom of the sea
Release myself to
Faith in open water
‘cause I’m waiting for my God
Open up and swallow me
Babylon
One step short of Avalon
One more breath from here beyond
Like butterflies tumbling
Inventing ourselves in mid-air
We are stumbling toward
You

Bulldozer

Written By: Steven Webster

Bulldozer
I’ve been thinking and I think it’s outrageous
State of mind’s sinking and I think it’s contagious
Poor boy’s overcoat’s taking on water
Hook, line, decline
My God I
Step out of my body and
Watch the world go by…bye
Spinning toward the future with no relevant alibi
Avoid detection
Void detection
Seaside hideaway, keeping my eyes on
Smoke rings rising on the horizon
Defending the democracy like lemmings to the landslide
Have you got the dollar votes to decide?
Heartbreak broken, I’m breaking out right away
My penny don’t buy any so I spend it on another day
I’m selling does anybody wanna, anybody wanna, anybody want some?
Somebody save me from this
Somebody’s slave
Somebody save me from this
One hundred million bodies are running on empty
Running—run awry—in the river of plenty
Young boy blues
Who said he’s got a hole to mend?
Head, heart, his soul, his girlfriend
Everybody’s worried ‘bout gettin’ their fill
You can buy it in a bottle, you can swallow in a pill
And if you contemplate the chasm that’s as deep as Niagara
If it leaves you flaccid there’s Viagra
Somebody save me from this
Somebody’s slave
Somebody save me from this
Good God does anybody wonder?
Heaping up the bodies in the meat grinder
Licking their chops it’s all a reminder
Round we go the sound of your lobotomy
I won’t let you muck inside of me
Oh yeah yeah?
We are dedicated
Oh yeah yeah? We are watching you
Please, oh please
Render my thoughts
Unburdened
It weighs
And it’s hurting my head
Please, oh please
Deliver my soul
Un-earthbound
Songs of light
To carry my flight
Tonight
Round and around and around, the treads they go
I’m an angel don’t clip my wings
Bulldozer is heaping up the bodies

No Answer

Written By: Steven Webster

No Answer
Comin’ on like an itch
I gonna, an itch I’m gonna
Have to scratch it
Wanna be like a safety net
Or life preserver maybe?
Look at me and the weight I’m gonna
Weight I’m gonna have to carry
Pushing up against this hundred
Billion dollar baby
I know it’s crazy
Plug your ears to the voices
No one here who rejoices
Nobody can help you ‘cause Nobody don’t give a damn
Faceless men paint your eyes on
Traceless with your disguise on
Nobody can help you ‘cause
Nobody don’t give a damn
No one does answer
No one does answer
Throw me a lifeline
‘cause I’m feeling like
I’m going under
No one does answer
No one does answer
Breaking the shackles
That I forged for myself
And I don’t know why
I don’t know why
Breakin’ up like a beacon sounding
Pounding out its warning signal
Half-led like a riverbed’s spread
With waters rushing headlong
I can make like make believe
And feign something I have to say here
I can make like make believe
And sing a faceless love song
Faceless love song
While you all sing along
Plug your ears to the voices
No one here who rejoices
Nobody can help you ‘cause Nobody don’t give a damn
Faceless men paint your eyes on
Traceless with your disguise on
Nobody can help you ‘cause
Nobody don’t give a damn
No one does answer
No one does answer
Throw me a lifeline
‘cause I’m feeling like
I’m going under
No one does answer
No one does answer
Breaking the shackles
That I forged for myself
And I don’t know why
I don’t know why
If I fall and if I break
Look to the sky for heaven’s sake
I need a prayer that I can’t make
And I can’t take it anymore
And if I call and if I shout
Look to the sky and scream it out
I need a way, I need an out
And I can’t take it anymore
And I can’t take it anymore
And if I covet the things I’ve seen
It’s meaningless to paint it green
It’s not for real it’s just a dream
And I can’t take it anymore
I can’t take it anymore
I can’t take it anymore

Sunny Boy

Written By: Steven Webster

Sunny Boy
Play that guitar
It’ll all be clear
In the morning

Sunny Boy
Flash those two eyes
And wash this
Colourlessness blue

Not a dry eye or empty glass in the house
When he plays, by nine everybody is soused
For every bottom of the glass
There’s another glass new
There’s not a bottom of the heap he doesn’t minister to

Sunny Boy
Play that guitar
And paint this
Meaninglessness true

One more glass of sooth for my friends
Just because I’m seeing double, does that make it twice as real?
Paint it all blue, wash it all blue

Oh, I’m waiting to drown
In one more glass of my surrender
And I see my rhapsody clear
Through drunken eyes and notes delivered

Sunny boy, Sunny boy
Paint this meaninglessness true
Somewhere through the fog of it all
I can see all your faces out there
Can you wash it all blue?
Wash it all blue
Paint it all true
Paint it all true

Discography

Six Degrees of Desperation

Set List

Jonah's Butterfly
Flying Spiders
Bulldozer
Breakwater
The Verge of My Barely Letting Go
Hillbilly at the Helm
Serpentine
Ghost in the Darkness
Epitaph for Johnny Unknown
Sunny Boy
Kiss
No Answer