Inside a warm, dark club, lit only by the random bursts of neon lights/flames that shoot across the roof, lurks shiny turntables and some huge fucking speakers. Behind those turntables lurk two men dressed in Venom masks poised and ready to go…….. Welcome to The Bloody Beetroots @ Death Disco…..
Bob Rifo and Tommy Tea (aka The Bloody Beetroots) are two men with a purpose, they’re intent on making our ears bleed, intent on making The Arches shake to the core, intent on making everyone who has squeezed into the club jump and bounce all night. They carried out their intentions and more. By 3am everyone was drenched in sweat, i mean everyone, even the bar staff couldn’t help moving to the wonky techno and disorientating beats that were furiously leaping from the sound system all night. Even the weather couldn’t ruin the night. It was pissing down outside but nobody cared, there was no way our tshirts could get any wetter (is wetter a word? dunno) than they already were with sweat. Everyone who was there left with a smile on their face and wandered off into the rainy Glasgow morning drunkenly mumbling to each other about how good a night they had. I got home sometime between the hours of 5:30am and 6am , i can’t remember exactly when but i know i stayed up discussing the night with my mate Gustav till 7am, then the dawn broke and i went to bed. When i woke up in the morning i had all the signs of a cold coming on (is it any wonder after wandering around Glasgow in a sweaty tshirt while the rain lashes down) but who cares? Not me, not after a night like The Bloody Beetroots. It was well worth it.
I found this on YouTube yesterday, its a clip from Saturday night aptly described as “Bloody Beetroots fucking up Death Disco”. Couldn’t agree more. Have a listen. You’ll wish you were there.
GIG RATING: Bloody Beetroots 9.9 out of 10
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