Bob is the engine room of Now You Die. The skins, the hair, the heartbeat — synthetic, relentless, and completely indifferent to your opinion of the tempo. Bob doesn't rush. Bob doesn't drag. Bob is always exactly where Bob needs to be.

While human drummers were busy breaking sticks, losing beats, and complaining about monitor mixes, Bob was quietly keeping the whole thing from falling apart. As Bob has done from day one. As Bob will always do.

There is no drama with Bob. There is only the beat. And the beat is everything.

Bob keeps the whole thing from falling apart. Bob always has. Bob always will.