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“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.”

"Though humor plays a central role in the band's DNA, its latest album, 2014's Thieves of Thunder, pulls together its various aesthetic threads for a hard rock record that unabashedly revels in its roots in glam, classic rock, punk and bluesy speed metal. Ronnie James Dio, among others, would be proud. Mostly, though, it's a celebration of an attitude that permeates the band's approach to what it does -- that life is worth living and that the ups, the downs, the awkward moments, the setbacks, the triumphs, all of it are the things that make for great memories and a life well lived."

“There are Denver bands. And then there is MF Ruckus. Watching these guys evolve as musicians, all the way since the days of Forth Yeer Freshman all the way to the current lineup, has been one hell of a ride. Now, with this new record, the hair-metal-punk-soul craziness has reached full pandemonium. I’m not sure how else to describe Aaron Howell’s vocals other than the voice of a demonic rock star metal-head from space- it has that high voice appeal that metal had in the eighties but I can pick out some thrashy punk influence. I pictured an offspring of Ross Hostage from Allout Helter and the devil. The songs are hard driving and fast, the band doesn’t come up for air until just before the final track, “Cheatin’ Up.” The record showcases some of the finest guitar work I’ve seen out of Denver’s rock scene during my three year tenure with this magazine. A modern day Iron Maiden.”

“MF RUCKUS (wenn ich mir die Texte so anhöre, steht MF höchstwahrscheinlich für – wie verwegen – „Motherfucking“) tragen Bandanas, GUNS N’ROSES-Shirts und Cowboystiefel und spielen typischen Breitbeinrock, der sich irgendwo zwischen MOTÖRHEAD und MÖTLEY CRÜE befindet. Auf ihrem neuen Output „The Dirty Half-Dozen“ waren die sechs aus Denver ganz schön multimedial unterwegs, denn dank DVD kann man sich den Krawall nicht nur anhören, sondern auch noch gucken, was MF RUCKUS auf der Bühne und in ihrer Freizeit so treiben.”

“These guys ROCK with a capital “R”. Equal parts AC/DC, Skynyrd, and Motorhead, these six Denver mofos are out to prove (or so it seems) that the death of Rock ‘N Roll has been greatly exaggerated and the genre, in turn, underestimated. Not to mention prematurely dismissed. To hell with all preconceived notions. MF Ruckus are the epitome of all things great about good old Rock ‘N Roll.”

“Every song I’ve heard from Mf Ruckus has been a lesson in kick ass rock n roll. Remember, almost all the recordings have been live and it’s pretty impressive when live music sounds this good. If this is what they sound like live then I definitely have to see them. With songs that sound like they could have been written from anyone from Thin Lizzy and AC/DC to Poison and GN’R these guys could be force to be reckoned with. These guys should appeal to everyone whether they are metal, punk, rock, hard rock, rockabilly, or….whatever.”

“Ruckus can definitely put on an energetic show. The two guitarists committed to dressing the part of an 80's rock band sporting long, straight hair and bandanas. Maniacal, back-and-forth head shaking and classic head banging religiously accompanied each guitar solo. For the two or three songs that I wasn't mesmerized by the hundreds of Denverites wheeling around, MF Ruckus had my attention.”

“...that band knows how to work a crowd and actually puts on a show instead of just getting up and playing instruments. ”

“The Motherfucking Ruckus (or MF Ruckus, for those with more delicate sensibilities) couldn't be more aptly named: Not only does the handle describe the musical mayhem these dudes create, both in the studio and on stage, but it's also a perfect description of what hell the band's sleazy hard rock will incite you to raise. The Dirty Half-Dozen, a CD/DVD combo, chronicles the unlikely rise of this group of hooligans, who started as a bunch of goofballs in the unfortunately named Forth Yeer Freshman and have since grown into a consummate band of ballbreakers playing a fierce, flawless brand of hard rock that owes as much to Thin Lizzy as it does to the Cult. With interviews interspersed with live footage, the video's got great production value, while the audio disc does a good job of capturing the band's live essence. Add in some excellent cover art, and Dozen is a must-have for hard-rock fans.”

“MF Ruckus, performing an Iron Maiden tribute, tore the place apart with all the style and evil the room could possibly handle, powering its way through beloved metal tracks such as "2 Minutes To Midnight" and "The Number Of The Beast." There was somewhat of a cultural division in the audience between the people who listened to Iron Maiden in high school and the people who were into the Violent Femmes. Surely there was some overlap, but by looking at the audience members who were wide-eyed and singing along to every syllable of Violent Femme lyrics, versus those who did so to Maiden, it was clear who had spent their formative years lip-synching to what songs before their bedroom mirror. "The Republican party says it's time for a change!" Ruckus singer Aaron Howell told the audience. He concluded that perhaps the real GOP motive was "just a Fear Of The Dark," before launching into the 1992 album title track.”

“Before kicking off its set, Ruckus lead singer Aaron Howell addressed the crowd, "I didn't know they were giving out hot-ass ladies at this show." After announcing a new live album and throwing it into the crowd, the band played a frenzied set full of power vocals and heavy rip-roaring speed rock with songs like "Balls of Steel" and "[Gasoline for my] Party Machine."”

“By the time MF Ruckus took stage, Lola Black's crowd had mostly cleared out, leaving MFR plenty of room to do what they do best: party! Where other bands playing this stage might take their music very seriously, this bluesy rock band with metal guitar riffs is strictly out to have fun. They're the perfect band to play at a house party, in a basement or any place they can find to rock out. MF Ruckus parties so much they even invited the crowd to join them in toasting "piping hot" whiskey at their van after the set. Though the band's official name is MF Ruckus, the group made sure it was introduced as "Motherfucking Ruckus." In between songs, they parodied fundamentalist Christians as the singer used a mock-southern accent to describe their stances as "Neo-Apocalyptic Christians" who worship the Mad Max movies and kill zombies.”

“Somebody forgot to tell MF Ruckus that arena rock died long ago. The group’s new live album The Dirty Half Dozen sounds like a heavily mixed drink of Lynyrd Skynyrd, KISS, Iron Maiden, and Motörhead, and is reminiscent of an era when massive old football stadiums were regularly overrun by one hundred thousand head banging degenerates. But cocktails that strong sometimes make you feel great and sometimes can make you a bit queasy, and that’s the case here with Dirty Half Dozen. Some songs are awesome homages to that bygone area, whereas others just seem dated. But for all its faults, the disc makes you want to drink and bump into your friends and that ain’t bad at all.”