Ruff Majik

The mind-bending South African fuzznauts defy conventional categorization. Born from a post-hardcore upbringing in the outskirts of small, rural (read "hillbilly") towns, they find themselves now fully immersed in the stoner/doom cult, and they fit about as well as a square peg in a round hole. An ill fit they relish.

Ask Ruff Majik to the describe their sound, and the answer will differ daily - ranging from "sludgepop" and "rot 'n roll" to "southerncore" and "trailerpark prog". Sometimes the band will laughingly reach consensus and tell you it's called 'reefer sadness', a seemingly sardonic prod at the cornerstones of the emo and stoner subcultures alike.

Having crisscrossed South Africa and Europe, they've graced stages alongside icons like Fokofpolisiekar, Brant Bjork Trio, Zeal & Ardor and countless more - solidifying their reputation as "the most dangerous band in the underground".
Living by the mantra of "All Trash No Trailer", they embody the spirit of legends like Motörhead, blending a relentless hard-partying lifestyle with an unyielding D.I.Y. ethos. They're not just on tour; they're the characters of a Hunter S. Thompson penned rock 'n roll odyssey, daring anyone to keep up.

7 years in, their journey has become the stuff of dive-bar legend. In the words of "What A Time To Be A Knife", they offer no quarter to naysayers—simply put, if you don't get them, "GET FUCKED!"