And so it was born, the thickest, most tortuous chords in metal, sobbing 　　cataclysmic riffs that shook the ground from six feet under, sent drowned 　　and bloated with Love from Master Of Reality and Vol 4 through the mediums 　　that comprise Chicago's legendary Trouble. Trouble the debut (also known as 　　Psalm 9) is one hell-bent slab of Christian vindictiveness, God portrayed as 　　destructor of all things evil, of which there are a multitude infesting this 　　record. One part despairing religious cleansing, one part ecstatic Christian 　　suicide, Trouble is a resolute steamroll over souls, kicking into battering 　　ram overture for chuggers like Assassin and the eminently precious Bastards 　　Will Pay, but mostly enveloping a flagellated mankind in waves of meltatious 　　wattage, so bent on communicating with nothing human, pummeling with the 　　most desperate and subconscious of Iommi-inspired cries for help as Eric 　　Wagner variously croaks and harangues sinners into the bright flames of 　　God's forgiveness. Truly something alone in loud contemplation of itself. 　　Rating 9