Manowar arguably is the metal band that does the most to confirm all the prejudices normal people have about metal bands. As The One True Poster over on Bluesky has it, in their consideration of metal albums that should be included in any best of ’88 competition:
KINGS OF METAL is an act of self-flanderization so extreme it rewrote the perception of Manowar entirely, and created a love-hate relationship with metal fans who saw the band as by turns true-believers, jokes, or jokers. To this day there are those who can’t quite believe Manowar is an entirely-serious proposition, despite half a century of rigorous commitment.
This perception of Manowar comes down to the version presented on KINGS OF METAL, and maintained ever since—a ridiculous band making absurd pronouncements of their own mastery on songs that could be self-parody if the band ever winked. Manowar, as a concept, an ethos, a representation of metal, is such a big part of the genre’s psychic real estate that I think the album that captures them at their most Manowar is simply an essential for consideration.
I first encountered Manowar listening to VARA’s Vuurwerk, a Dutch metal radio show presented by the lead singer of the country’s second most famous new wave teenybopper pop group (their sole attempt at an English song, translated for Eurovision), Henk Westbroek (and who’d later be the front man for a right populist local party but then nobody is perfect). For a couple of years the program would run an annuel top fifty with the songs chosen by the listeners and in 1989 Manowar’s Battle Hymn was number fourteen. Heady stuff for a fifteen year old kneedeep ine pic fantasy to listen to.
It immediately madeM anowar one of my favourites, despite or maybe because of how over the top and ridiculous their songs were. You can call it camp, but it’s genuine camp, made from the heart and without an ironic wink at the listener; just look at the absurdity of that live performance: three drummers, motor cycles on stage, flames everywhere. This is high camp but it refuses to be in on the joke. Manowar is the perfect exemplar of something that’s been part and parcel of metal for at least as long as Rob Halford has been swanning around in macho leather outfits.
So yeah, having gotten in the mood for some metal thanks to this I thought I’d return to an old series of mine, last updated in *good lord choke* 2010.
As for my essential metal albums of 1988? I’d go for Death’s Leprosy, Slayer’s South of Heaven, Metallica’s …And Justice For All, Queensrÿche’s Operation: Mindcrime, Maiden’s Seventh Son of a Seventh Son and Carcass’ Reek of Putrefaction as the first half dozen that come to mind. These are the albums I listened to as a budding metalhead: they still hold up for me. That decade and a half between roughly 1982 and 1998 or so will always be my peak metal era.