Major League Butt Kick'n is Back in Town!

Shred All Fear is back in full force and jammin harder than ever in Zion National Park. After doing some bicep bursting free climbing on the Organ we hiked up to Angels Landing, ran passed all the scared tourists, and signed autographs for those who recognized us or were stoked off our dance moves. The summit view was comparable to the Old Volcano Towers Ridge in Saturn's outer rim. Which if you haven't climbed out there, is freaking stellar.

 Also a chipmunk took a great liking to Brock and his mullet. Maybe he could smell Brock's inner animal... or maybe it was just his feet. Either way they became best friends.

Party Time USA...

For now..

-Rex 'BonerJamz' McKenzie

Brock 'Freedom Ain't Free' Steel

P.S. You jerks, Mr. Bryan Schillig is the only one whose had the decency to donate to our gas fund! What a stand up, handsome, powerful, hairy hairy man.

TOUR STARTS NOW

Ropes coiled... Rack in the car... Geetars tuned... Biceps pumped and flexed...

TOUR     STARTS     NOW!!

It's time to get off the damn couch and shake off the snow. We're headed back to the desert! We've summoned all the stoke we could possibly gather and are prepared to ride it all the way to Wild Wild Meeheco! 

Some of our homies back on Saturn have set up a base camp here in Kansas City called Moosejaw. Being the uncontrollably  handsome doods and doodettes they are, they threw us an INSANE tour kick-off party! We got hooked up with all kinds of rad goodies and supplies. The most essential of course being the chips and salsa!! (duh)

The President of the Kansas City Climbing Club came out to show us a few cords and learn us a little about how to color coordinate like a friggin champion!

Big ups to our hometown planet homies Paul and Ryan and everyone else at Moosebutt for kicking our trip off right and reminding us why we do what we do: 

At the end of the day life is a joke and if you're not laughing... then you just don't get it. 

So friends, lovers, and party peoples from aaall planets please follow us on our journey as we set sail for our biggest adventure yet. From the American Southwest to the remote Great White Throne and back up to the world famous Great Stone. We are racked and ready for all of the above and even a few surprises along the way.

Hide your projects, Shred All Fear is saddled up and set to crush!

-Rex "BonerJamz" Mckenzie

Brock "Freedom Ain't Free" Steel

P.S. Didya notice we got a donate button up there now?

Shredding Against Hate

We got on the road a bit later than we intended (Brock was hung over and could not find his pants). But the stoke. The stoke started early.

We were only like, two hours out of our last party spot in Kansas City before we realized there was gnar to be shred.  Apparently, a nasty anus of evil had been growing in the town of Topeka Kansas. And that's like, way not cool.  This particular pool of puke is known as the West Borough "Baptist" Church or, as Brock would say; "Hate mongering anus of the three headed bigot beast from the double hell of Saturn". So, being the handsomely hairy doods we are, we decided we would stop by and lay our sick healing licks on that anus!

Glorious flowing mullets.

Intense testosterone infused mustaches. 

No pants.  

We were powerful with our thick middle fingers standing tall with righteous justice in the morning sun. We stood in the shadows of the anus as we laid down one epic, all-geetar-solo cover of "It's Raining Men". This planet had never heard anything so rad. Hearing our sonic justice piercing her black heart, the beast turned it's ugly head to us and revealed the filthiest sight known to man. Upon the sight of their leader, FuckNutz McGee, we held strong and finished our sick song. The leader of the beast was wounded badly but not yet slain. 

Before we could begin our second assault of block rockin beats, an idea struck me like the great lightning bolt of Saturn Thor. Could it be that a beast born from the cess pools of hate could not be stopped by only sick jamz and more hate? There was only one thing left we could do. Thinking quickly, I had Brock dig out all of his left over strip club ones and stuff them into the donation box at the gay pride sanctuary across the street! Seeing this, the head of abomination reeled in defeat. 

It was only 10 am. 

The day was already ours.

Soon we were back in our tour bus, The Interstellar Flying Freedom All-terrain Navigation Yacht (T.I.F.F.A.N.Y.). Within no time at all we came upon the gateway to the true land of FREEDOOOOM. 

Party Time USA

FOREVER

-Rex "BonerJamz" Mckenzie