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