To say The Bloody Beetroots‘ Bob Rifo is high-energy is a gross understatement. Watching Bob bounce around the stage, leaping off the piano, jumping into high kicks, and quite literally running back and forth, I couldn’t help but feel envious of his seemingly boundless energy and how in shape he was. I can barely talk myself out of bed in the morning and here’s this guy basically sprinting through a marathon.
It’s not as if I couldn’t be doing the same thing, at least in terms of exercise, but my priorities have long been in other parts of my life. But it’s not as if he keeps his workout regimen a secret. Quite like his music, he invited fans at every stop of the tour to join him in his daily workout routine. If you showed up early to First Avenue for his show in Minneapolis, you could have a peek at his workout and learn how to whip yourself into shape Rifo-style. I was unable to attend (classic me), so it’s unclear if anybody that showed up wound up surviving the workout and were still able to attend the show later the same day.
You know who did survive the workout and showed up later that same day? Bob did. Bob showed the fuck up. Bob took no prisoners. Bob whipped the crowd into a frenzy. Bob came, saw, and conquered.
Bob covered his face with a mask that read “NO” in lieu of his typical Venom inspired design and rotated through a piano, guitar, bass, and synthesizer in addition to singing/screaming most of the vocals. The set comprised mainly of new material off the freshly released “The Great Electronic Swindle” with Bob and his two-man backing band spending much of the show in a fast, loud, and cinematic place. Occasionally, there was a softer song that gave them a chance to breathe a bit, and even a couple tracks like ‘Chronicles of a Fallen Love’ that pleased the crowd and allowed the band to go under 100 mph for a few minutes.
Once those little breaks were over, they’d lurch right back into a frenzy of sweat and raging electro and metal. The crowd was by no means at capacity of the club. There was plenty of room to move around and dance, but what the attendees lacked in numbers, they made up for in energy, raging right back at the band. Bob joined the crowd at a couple points to sing with his fans. In one of those instances, he was face to face with a fan donning one of his Venom masks who sang/screamed right back at him word for word as the crowd around the pair went ballistic.
If you get a chance, I’d highly recommend catching Bob and the boys live. The show is a balls to the wall spectacle worth watching, or if you’re brave enough, worth throwing yourself into the fray. In the meantime, there’s always Swindle. Head here for a full gallery from the show.