Following in the tradition of such legendary acts as Boston, Alabama, Asia, America, Berlin, Bethlehem, Chicago, Europe, Kansas, London, Nazareth, Salem, and, uh, Earth, Hawaii's HAWAII were a bastion of heavy metal thunder in a land offering little else other than expensive cocktails and leather-clad bounty hunters, an isolated battalion of Hessian warriors in an outpost devoid of either rock OR roll.
But you see, Hawaii (the band) had a secret weapon: a frizzy-haired shredder by the name of MARTY FUCKING FRIEDMAN (right).
That's correct, my friends. There was indeed life BEFORE 'Deth, and 1983's One Nation Underground contains some of the notorious Japanophile's most inspired chiseling. But even those amongst you who don't worship at the Altar of Marty will find plenty to love here, in this dirty collection of glamthrash bangers built to get the party started and keep it that way 'til the coke runs out.
Do you like to party? Do you dig fast licks and slow women? Sure you do. So do Marty Friedman and the boys in Hawaii. Welcome home.
(PS: At this point you're probably wondering if there has ever been a band with a worse name than "Hawaii". The answer is YES. Before Hawaii was "Hawaii", they were known as "Aloha". Before that they were "Vixen". Yikes.)
Next week: Kenny G and Marty Friedman--SEPARATED AT BIRTH????