"Tribal Machine is clearly a deeply personal, heartfelt expression, informed by a global analysis, combined with a mastery of musical genres. It's unlike anything I've ever heard. Some musical influences are evident, and duly credited, but the synthesis of elements is what's unique and fascinating."
-Mark Achbar (The Corporation, Manufacturing Dissent)
[The Orwellian Night is] "An epic piece of work."
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May 8, 2015
The Arinthian Line now an Amazon best selling series
Sever Bronny, founder of Tribal Machine, unveils his author page. Three fantasy books are awaiting release.
May 27, 2013
The Save Jimmy Davis campaign asked Tribal Machine to use the song "Why" in an artistic video plea for his release. Here is the video. More details on Jimmy Davis, a man awaiting to die on death row, can be found here.
April 18, 2013
Much is going on behind the scenes here. At this time there will not be any new music because I am working on ways to publish two books in a series. I am planning on having a dual career as a writer / musician. When the time comes, you will benefit from both.
I also intend to release the full back catalogue of Tribal Machine, which will include many never-before-heard tracks.
A website revamp will come, as well as updates to merch and, of course, new music.
Thank you, all of you, for your continued support. I needed a long break after that last record. I am very proud of all the success it has achieved.
I have plans for much, much more, both on the literary end, and the musical one too.
April 24, 2012
So what have I been up to all this time? Working to become an author. Here's my BLOG on the subject.
November 2011. Occupy.
Look at the desert and the edge of the dawn.
Where are you taking us, Mr. Corporation?
We are the children of your brands, is the father full of pride?
You sold us a future for a buck ninety-five.
We know you don't like us talking.
You'd rather us mute as stone as long as we're wearing your shoes and cologne.
You know your days are numbered, can you feel them in this song?
See, we know your weakness we've known it all along.
But where would you be without my institutions of wealth?
I own your schools, your countries, the fashions you choose and the thoughts in your own head. It is you who is the virus, with your short life spans, and frail bodies.
I can live forever. And isn't that so interesting? How I am made of millions of you?
So perhaps the battle you wish to wage should be started with a mirror.
What have you done? What have you done? You have obscured the sun to a standing ovation, Mr. Corporation.
You’ve taken control, you've taken control. We were asleep at the wheel.
To sleep is to dream. And to wake is to scream.
And so with a sleeping world deep in its own dreams, the night is born.
Attendance; mandatory. Dissent; noted and marginalized.
Those of you with thoughts of your own, you may now surrender them;
to your televisions, to your computers, to your school, to your local corporation.
And so it begins; the battle for control.
At first, you'll be young and full of energy, but I'll distract you with moving pictures.
And then, you'll go to my school, where I'll indoctrinate you, and later, you'll work for me.
And by the end of it all, you'll be too tired to defeat me.
We need you to sell your soul it's how we maintain control