Masks are finally here!
We’ve all got to do our part to keep each other safe and healthy, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be hot, sexy badasses at the same time!
Introducing the official MF Ruckus Face Mask. Made from 70% recycled materials, comfortable, breathable and most important, functional with a 93.6% PFE rating for the protection of self and others.
The artwork by the inimitable J Partylord features a germified variation on our iconic MF Skull logo. Printed by the skilled hands at Blackout Screenprinting right here in Denver, CO. Perfect for a quick trip to panic buy toilet paper, a socially distanced and totally not terrifying rock n roll show or a long shift at your essential place of employment. Add this to your growing collection of pandemic 2020 memorabilia/mandated public health prophylactics.
Feel good, look good, do good.
One size fits most!
Only 300 in existence, less than 80 available in the US!
This limited edition 180 gram vinyl release of our critically acclaimed album "Thieves of Thunder" is now available directly through us!
We managed to bring back one box of records with us from Europe and we want to get them directly to our people from the band.
This is a short reissue by Rodeostar Records in Hamburg Germany and is not set for reprint after this run, so get your hands on it while you can!
The 2nd album by Denver's own agents of ragin, MF RUCKUS. From the front lines of good times comes nearly an hour of fun, intense, loud Rock n Roll the way it was intended.
MF Ruckus doesn't try to reinvent the wheel, but they do steal it's hubcaps on "Thieves of Thunder". (2014)
Forget about music for a second. In fact, forget about music for several seconds and instead, let's think about food. How often will you go out for a really fancy gourmet meal? A few times a year maybe? What about something really crazy like molecular gastronomy or maybe one of those wonky restaurants where they use artificial flavoring and skillful airbrushing techniques to simulate carnivorous meals for curious herbivores? Once, maybe twice in your entire life? Now, what about a burger? What about a burrito? What about a really killer burrito? Think of that place in town you go to for burritos. That's right.You know the one. It's that place you've defended to the point that casual conversation turns to that kind of heated battle reserved only for matters of personal taste. Oh yeah. That's the fuckin' burrito I'm talking about. You're their #1 customer. You kept the doors open for their first shaky year. You spread the gospel of their greatness far and wide, online and in the real world. You feel like a shareholder, a godparent and a holy missionary. This is the best burrito on the planet, as far as you're concerned. This is your burrito. There are many like it, but this one is yours.
Ok...remember music again. Read back the preceding paragraph and unlock the magical world of metaphor by using this key:
Food = Music Burritos = Rock n Roll Your Burrito = MF Ruckus
Motherfucking Ruckus or MF Ruckus for use in polite company, is a true Rock n Roll band. Period. They see little use for sub genres as they are often synonymous with pigeonholes. Instead, MF Ruckus emulates and assimilates the skills and attributes of Rock's greatest warriors, using them as weapons of domination in the arena of songwriting and live performance (like if Shang Tsung from Mortal Kombat were a badass rocker dude). On their latest album, "Thieves of Thunder", one can detect elements derived from Thin Lizzy, Rose Tattoo, Iron Maiden, Motörhead, Valient Thorr, Turbonegro, Dio and Murphy's Law. There are, however, two primary factors which show "Thieves of Thunder" to stand in contrast to the band's live debut release "The Dirty Half Dozen" (2013). The introduction and addition of Parker Clark Whitton as guitar player and contributing songwriter, for one, and second, the expertise and skills of engineer/co-producer Steve Goldberg (Guitar- Cephalic Carnage; Engineer- Speedwolf's "Ride with Death").
MF Ruckus will be celebrating the release of "Thieves of Thunder" with a series of short tours throughout 2014 and 2015. Since it’s release, “Thieves of Thunder” has been enjoying some favorable words from the press, most notable, however is this review by Ross Hostage at fortheloveofpunk.com:
“...MF Ruckus (or The Motherfuckin’ Ruckus, when your mother isn’t around) has developed into one of the most over-the-top bands in town, reaching back to what they consider rock ‘n roll’s holy days when bands mixed equal parts sex and drugs with their riffage. Most of these guys cut their teeth playing punk rock but they’ve developed into one of the tightest hard rock bands around. I’ve previously described them as some underground hybrid of Thin Lizzy, The Dwarves and Valient Thor with their latest album, Thieves of Thunder, and, as I give it another listen, I’m not sure that description does them justice. Sure, one could find elements of all those bands: the slick guitar leads and driving rhythms from Thin Lizzy, the tongue-in-cheek raunchiness of The Dwarves and the pounding, jean-vest swagger of Valient Thorr. However, MF Ruckus have developed into a beast all their own, fine-tuning a blend of 70s/80s rock and metal with the occasional twang of Southern rock. The opening title track launches out the gate at an epic gallop and introduces the album with big guitars and even bigger vocals. “Talk All Day (Don’t Say Shit)” is like a sleazy night on the Sunset Strip. “Hall of Champions” is filled with a slight Bruce Dickinson falsetto and vibrato and a groove that will make you headbang with confidence. There’s no denying the infectiousness of “Gasoline (For My Party Machine)” as it jumps from spit-flying, lightning fast licks and lyrics into a chorus that should be on every jukebox in America for a proper night of revelry. It’s like Ted Nugent showed up, minus the craziness and racism, and, with the mighty power of rock, dropped all the panties in the room and gave every guy a raging hard-on, leaving them in a pool of their own juices and begging for more. Sorry for all the hyperbole, but MF Ruckus is pretty much drenched in it. To musicians who take themselves too seriously, the band can come off as equal parts cheese and sleaze: a Spinal Tap for the modern age that seems to magnify rock-and-roll stereotypes in a grasp for nostalgia. However, that couldn’t be further from the truth. MF Ruckus are here to play guitar parts that your band can’t play, make bold, declarative, debaucherous statements that your meek singer would never dare utter and to have more fun than every shoegazer, arm-crosser and naysayer in the room.
Crack open a six pack and enjoy The Dirty Half Dozen (2013)
“We’re pretty much unbreakable.” says MF Ruckus bass player “Hulk” Logan O’Connor when describing the elements which make the band a family in his interview from their latest live album and DVD release The Dirty Half Dozen.
A lot can happen in 3 years, let alone 15.
From their humble beginnings in 1997 as the 3 chord drunk punk band Forth Yeer Freshman, to the brief interlude under the shortened name Forth Yeer (who do they think they are? Puff Daddy?), to finally landing on the name Motherfucking Ruckus (MF Ruckus in polite company), this ever rotating lineup of whiskey-rock-n-rollin’ man-children has, indeed, grown closer than any biological family could ever hope to. It’s not quite “the Brady Bunch with blowjobs” as guitarist and Chicago transplant Tony Lee “The Windy City Madman” puts it; this band has seen some hard times. A deadly heroin overdose, divorce, jail and even gender reassignment make up the bullet points of any MF Ruckus story telling session.
MF Ruckus and all of their preceding incarnations have often held a reputation for being one of the hardest partying, hardest working and hardest joking bands in Colorado and in much of the United States. Their latest release, The Dirty Half Dozen, captures what was arguably one of the band’s greatest eras. The idea for a live album and mini-documentary came in early 2011 shortly after a dramatic lineup change with the addition of guitar player Tony Lee. Tony had spent the last couple years in Denver surfing couches, shacking up with girls when he could, but mostly, writing songs with veteran member and the man who single handedly changed a silly punk rock band into a well-polished, bluesy Rock n Roll powerhouse, guitar player Tay Hamilton.
“We had trouble getting people to take us seriously” laments singer and founding member, Aaron Howell “but whenever people saw us play and partied with us afterwards, they would become lifelong fans nine times out of ten. That’s what we wanted to recreate. We wanted people to have the next best thing to hanging with us in real life.”
Thus began a 3 year process of live recordings, touring, fundraising and rebranding. There to document some of it was one of Colorado’s authorities on action sports video, Mike Peterson of SixEleven Productions. Mike joined the band for roughly a dozen tour dates capturing live performances and general shenanigans. After taping over 8 hours of individual and group interview footage, the long and tedious process of editing the footage down to one hour began. Mike took the footage of all twelve shows and, one cut at a time, synched them up with the soundtrack from the various shows on the live record. Layer upon layer upon layer of footage made for the greatest challenge he had ever encountered in all his years of video work. It was a far cry from filming snowboarders on a mountain all day.
During this time, two major events occurred within the band itself: First, after 7 years as the primary songwriter, chief motivating force and promotional juggernaut, lead guitarist Tay Hamilton left the band to pursue his latest project, Hot Apostles. Second, rhythm guitar player and funny man, Jerry Cass, announced the pregnancy of his girlfriend which would end his ability to tour indefinitely. In the long standing tradition of this dysfunctional family, however, the remaining members wished their brothers well and pushed onward hiring Outta Controllers guitar player and long time friend, Parker Clark-Whitton to fill some pretty big shoes.
“Hey Parker.” came the call from Aaron “Me and the boys were wondering if you wanted to try out for the band.” “Try out?” Parker laughed “Who the fuck is my competition?”
MF Ruckus created quite a buzz in the summer of 2013 with their tour through the west coast, southwest, Texas and Oklahoma which had social media fans transfixed with their hilarious non-stop updates and Instagram photos. No matter who has played in MF Ruckus, there is one constant and that is the ability to have a damn good time.
The audio portion of The Dirty Half Dozen (Tracked, edited, mixed and mastered by Bart McCrorey of Motaland Studios) could easily stand on its own as a solid live Rock n Roll album. It delivers powerful, thunderous arena Rock reminiscent of Thin Lizzy’s “Live and Dangerous”, Ted Nugent’s “Double Live Gonzo” or Turbonegro’s “Darkness Forever”. The album also serves as a nod to the historical venues in which it was recorded including 3 Kings Tavern, The Gothic Theater, Herman’s Hideaway and more. The Dirty Half Dozen is not a reinvention of the wheel, it is simply an effort to preserve a certain type of Rock music which seems to be scattering to the cracks and crevices of popularity like roaches in a tenement kitchen when the lights are turned on. The only difference is these roaches hide from no man.
The Dirty Half Dozen is available at Wax Trax, Twist & Shout, Mutiny Information Café and online at iTunes and the band’s website www.mfruckus.com. Over the next 6 months, the boys will be working on two concurrent projects; a studio full length of new original material and a collection of cover songs by their friends’ bands around the country including All Bets on Death, Ese, The Von Ehrics and more.
Joshua Finley’s “Party Machine” design was so popular, it seemed a shame to only wear it in the warm months. This limited run printed by request features a hulking beast adorned with various weapons of mass consumption. This half man/half machine is programmed to Party and you’re his next target for termination (of mundanity!)