But what on earth does this have to do with the music on this, Trouble's self-titled album?
SIMPLE
This is as down to earth, homely, and as congenial a doom metal album as this reviewer has ever heard; as if the essence of a palatable August day were captured and recorded.
No,
Like [band]Black Label Society[band] dialed the distortion and overproduction back, and created an album that aurally transformed the dead heat of August into a scathing haze; a resonance from the thorn bush thicket, crawling onto the edges of the sneaker-melting asphalt.
Hopefully that's not a literary overdose of a Mason-Dixon summer.
This album has some far-out riffs. You can expect a heavy dose of bad-to-the-bone grooves, nasty leads, and a splendorous dirty vocal performance by Eric Wagner. Wagner and his fellow "Trouble-makers" are on the album cover, and they don't misconstrue a thing. By that I mean they're just fucking there; like Skynyrd was on their "Pronounced" album. Trouble just seem to find their overgrown citadel the place to be, as opposed to Main Street, USA.
So, all said, Trouble has the sound of some Black Sabbath, 70's classic rock amalgamation. This should be damn good news to the users of this fine website. Please do yourself a favor and familiarize yourself with this hidden classic.
Highlights! Get your head bangin' to the "Clutchy", "Psychotic Reaction". "The Misery Shows (Act III)" has the sound of a 70's inspired acoustic ballad. And if that's not your thing, the album follows up with "R.I.P." and "Black Shapes of Doom".
Read the titles. You get the idea.