A GRIM TALE
Grim Reaper is back, and if you knew what they’ve gone through to get back you’d give their new album, Rock You To Hell, your undivided attention. Still rallying their cataclysmic energy around the awesome guitar of Nick Bowcatt, the leather-lunged vocals of Steve Grimmet, the steady rhythms of bassist Dave Wanklin and the bracing sticks of drummer Marc Simon, Grim Reaper is metal’s shiniest example of the idiom: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
A GRIM TALE
Bullets
Judy Wieder
Grim Reaper is back, and if you knew what they’ve gone through to get back you’d give their new album, Rock You To Hell, your undivided attention. Still rallying their cataclysmic energy around the awesome guitar of Nick Bowcatt, the leather-lunged vocals of Steve Grimmet, the steady rhythms of bassist Dave Wanklin and the bracing sticks of drummer Marc Simon, Grim Reaper is metal’s shiniest example of the idiom: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
“We don’t deny that we may not look as good in lipstick as Poison or Motley Crue, and we know nobody’s going to confuse our songs with Bon Jovi,” Nick explains in heavy Droitwich, England tones, “but we’re quite proud to stand by our music!”