Trouble, una banda que emergió de las sombras durante la primera oleada del movimiento doom metal, se formó en 1979 en las frías tierras de Chicago, Illinois. Fundada por el guitarrista Bruce Franklin y el vocalista Eric Wagner, Trouble surgió con una misión clara: desafiar las normas establecidas en la escena del heavy metal. Su enfoque oscuro y líricas introspectivas les permitieron destacarse desde el principio.
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Con una alineación tan talentosa, la banda logró crear un sonido único que combinaba pesadez y melancolía, alineándose con los preceptos del doom metal. Inspirados por los pioneros del género como Black Sabbath, pero con un enfoque más lírico y emocional, Trouble se convirtió rápidamente en una presencia influyente en la escena emergente del doom.
El primer álbum de Trouble, "Psalm 9", lanzado en 1984, fue una declaración de intenciones. Con pistas épicas como "The Tempter" y "Revelation (Life or Death)", capturaron la esencia del doom metal, ganándose una legión de seguidores dedicados. Las letras, que exploraban temas de desesperación y redención, resonaron profundamente entre los aficionados.
En 1985, Trouble lanzó "The Skull", un álbum que consolidó su estatus en la escena. Con
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17 broke as f*** down bad, don't look in here no money
Momma ain't have no job but I be damn if we be bummy
Time to hit the block, go get it up bitch, I want in
Used to eat up everything, use to call me Munchie then
Still the same wit titties, think 'bout kids, bitch feel my tongue
I don't play no, swear, no I can't play nun 'bout my money
Play round wit them choppas, now we play round with them hundreds, yeah
I ain't stuntin' yo bitch but we can get it poppin' dawg if you want to, yeah yeah
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