He’s admitted that his penis has fallen out of his tour worn briefs on stage in California, but don’t be fooled: he is not trying to
fuck anyone. He is here to fucking ROCK AND ROLL.
“I feel like if I could be anything else, I would be a girl. So I can experience an orgasm
as a girl.”
Whether he’s wearing the shortest of
shorts or a dress, he kills it. Hard.
His music literally screams. Gritty
ballads paraded with a slew of
poppy, rap lyrics keep the
rhythm fresh and unclean.
The uninhibited fancy/dancy
synth’ beat could force
a corpse to boogie.
Little Ruckus is the way
of weird life. A royal
highness of the underrated.
We dare you not to
dance. Look alive,
Lady Gaga. There is a
Little Ruckus on the radar.
Sounds like: A teen heartthrob abducted
by Peaches and Sir Mix A lot, who spent
weekends with Pee Wee Herman
wrecking the Playhouse, and swapping
sweaty, be-frazzled digs with
Richard Simmons.
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