RuMac was born in Ullapool in the Highlands of Scotland and was enrolled as a young lad in the famed accordion academy MacPhee's, nestled in the mountain peaks of An Teallach. In this remote environment, far removed from the base and garish influences of the modern world, Ruairidh embarked on a rigorous monastic journey with the accordion, developing a fluent and rapid touch that was miles ahead of his peers. Despite this, his relationships with tutors grew tense, and one fateful night this set Ruairidh on a path that would change his life forever.

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After a heated argument with his tutor, Ruairidh stormed down the mountain and found himself quickly lost in the darkening gloom of the Corrieshalloch gorge. His anger turned to fear, but before terror took hold, something glinted in the moonlight and caught his eye. A strange electronic device lay at the bottom of the gorge, presumably thrown from a car travelling the north road way up above. Ruaridh cradled the strange device with its buttons and wires, and brought it back to his dormitory, a sense of calm and assurance washing over him. That night he wired the device up to his accordion and discovered the secrets he had been seeking all along.

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The next day he demonstrated his newfound power to his tutors in the famed B.MacPhee memorial contest. The box began to blow, and out of it came sounds from hell. Surging forth from the bellows came the sounds of drums, bass, pianos, cymbals, and worst of all; the banjo. The tutors and dignitaries before him cried out in pain, the electric pulses in the air wracking their redundant brains with new and terrifying ideas. As Ruairidh played and played with malice and menace in his eyes, their madness reached the point of no return. People flailed around the grand hall like drunken loons, toppling music stands, statues, and flaming sconces. Fire crept up the sides of the hall as RuMac stomped, howled and sang, and by the time night fell all that remained of the academy lay smouldering atop the mountain. 

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RuMac knows he has discovered something remarkable. That day a power awoke inside him, and ever since he has been touring all over the country, from wee rowdy pubs to grand arenas. His mission? To prove the world wrong. The devil doesn't play the fiddle. Or the electric guitar. The devil plays the bloody box. 

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TL;DR I'm a mad guy from ullapool who plays the accordion and shouts a lot and if you ask me to play wagon wheel I'll cut your head off