Hell's Belles (World Famous All Ladies Tribute to AC/DC)

HELL’S BELLES are first and foremost dedicated AC/DC fanatics. This is what we all have in common. We’re all part of a huge community of devotees to one of the greatest rock-n-roll bands in the world. This is who we all are, and this is what HELL’S BELLES strives to deliver with mechanical precision and passionate fury. Endorsed by Angus Young himself (Blender Magazine, 2003), HELL'S BELLES are the closest one can get without actually moving to Australia and joining AC/DC's road crew.

HELL'S BELLES formed in 2000, the brainchild of former member, Amy Stozenbach (guitar), alongside former member, Om Johari (vocals). The current line-up features original member Mandy Reed, rock solid and born ready as Cliff Williams (bass guitar), Adrian Conner, dreadlock slinger and wicked player as Angus Young (lead guitar), Lisa Brisbois, sly and subtly intense as Malcolm Young (rhythm guitar), Laura D, heavy hitter as Phil Rudd (drums), and joining our ranks in 2011 – all the way from Australia, Amber Saxon, the kind of bombastic hard rock power that makes no apologies and is dangerous around the edges, as Bon Scott & Brian Johnson (Vocals).

HELL'S BELLES are indeed ALL female, all the way to their rock-n-roll cores, all the time and without exception. Representing for a whole new generation of women that won't be intimidated, HELL'S BELLES actively encourage our legions of lady fans to stand up and be counted, and collaborate with women musicians and causes as a part of the mission towards rock and roll inclusion. Not some down-your-throat feminism, but a proactive support and action spirit towards the continued march towards balancing of the gender scales. 

The thousands of shows HELL'S BELLES have played around the world, including Japan, Canada, and the good ol' USA (including Alaska), have become legendary nights of epic proportions. Consistently Sexy and sold-out shows - there's not a HELL'S BELLES audience that hasn't been blown away by the raw power, attention to AC/DC details, and undeniable appeal that these bad ass belles deliver with undying devotion. From "Live Wire" to "The Jack" to "TNT", not to mention AC/DC’s landmark hits “Highway to Hell”, “Thunderstruck”, and “Back in Black”. The marathon set lists change to include a fresh variety of classics, but the perfection and passion of the show never does. 

It's an all out rock-n-roll assault that leaves you both satisfied and begging for more. And, more you'll get as HELL'S BELLES keep conquering new cities, new states, and new countries. They'll be in your back yard bringing AC/DC in sound and spirit to you direct any day now. 2005’s studio recordings, “We Salute You”, are slated to be refreshed with a whole new set of songs and available to our public this year, so you can always count on taking a little piece of HELL’S BELLES home with ya. 

HELL’S BELLES 2011 – committed, ferocious, meticulous women rock musicians delivering authentic AC/DC to the unbelievably supportive and wicked awesome fans. All day and all night long, all over the world, pitch perfect AC/DC delivered with a highly charged vigor by Amber, Mandy, Laura, Lisa, and Adrian “Angus”. 

Let there be rock!

If you think you’ve heard it all—every sound every band has to offer—and seen it all—one live set blending into another—and you’ve begun to wonder if seeing another band is worth the bother, just wait ‘til MF Ruckus takes the stage. When that first chord hits, you’ll remember why you got obsessed with music in the first place.

MF Ruckus has only been kicking musical ass for a short time, but their relentless writing and touring has earned them a reputation as one of the best bands around. They consistently redefine the melodies and moods of classic American rock music, and while they have been influenced and inspired by music from all across the spectrum, they defy comparison to any particular band or style. But, with over 150 road dates a year, it is their live set that truly sets MF Ruckus above the competition. The boys have evergy in spades. They leave the guys in the crowd on their feet pleading for more, and the ladies—whom the band attracts like magnets attract iron filings—ready to behave exactly like their fathers wish they would not.

Their audience cuts a wide swath: punkers & metal-heads, sk8ers & hipsters, rock-a-billies & soul daddie crowded side-by-side with hellions, scoundrels, professors and barflies. Check your PC nonsense with the doorman. Get ready to have some fun.

If you’ve heard them before, do it again—like sand dunes, their live show changes with the wind. And if you’ve never had the pleasure, get off your ass. Bear witness: MF Ruckus is in the house.

THE ONLY CLASH COVER BAND THAT MATTERS, hailing from the seediest Cathedrals of South London and providing the hallowed sounds of the crooked, crooked beat to the poor, the grubby and the guilty.