Everyone in Confessor called Trouble their own personal favorite band at some point along the way. I was in high school when I first heard them, probably eleventh grade. I had been in a punk rock phase for a little over a year when I heard Trouble's first record. Actually it was hardcore that I liked more than punk rock. Punk rock specialized in being superhumanly obnoxious. In fact, that was kind of the only thing punk rock had going for it... the power to annoy. Hardcore was a little more multidimensional, but it was still rooted in a very well mapped out and predictable 'coming-of-age' style temper tantrum. Hardcore was a little heavier and a little dirtier than punk rock. Bands like Discharge, Crucifix and G.B.H. were what I listened to most in those days. It wasn't the political message they all trumpeted that drew me to them, but their energy. That energy was palpable and moving. I was hooked from the very first punk rock show I went to in which a battle of the bands turned into a show stopping melee within about twenty seconds of Corrosion of Conformity's first note! Mohawks were flying through the air by design, while stagehands went flying through the air without any idea how they left the ground. It was a scene, man!
Punk rock gave me an outlet through which I was able to begin to come out of my shell. It was undisciplined, raw and exciting. I dyed my hair black ( not exactly the best move for a ginger with blonde eyebrows! ) and even spiked it a couple of times. Those failed, blue-black spikes and my ripped up band t-shirts showed the world that my own individuality was forged by the exact same cookie cutter that defined every other hard core fan, and I parroted the exact same slogans and counter-culture jibberish one would expect from a movement made up of pimple faced kids who wanted an identity that set them apart from their parents, but only after they dropped them off downtown for the all ages punk shows with spending money. Freaking fascists! As tired as all of that was then and is still today, I wouldn't exchange the experience for anything. It was part of the ride after all, but I wouldn't have taken it so seriously had I known then what I know, or think I know now. Yes, hardcore was fun and rebellious but it lacked the kind of drama and focus I had enjoyed in other kinds of music. I found myself running out of interesting hardcore bands pretty quickly. Angst without purpose wears thin fast. Once I heard Slayer's first release, "Show No Mercy" and Trouble's first album I knew my days of hanging out with faux intellectuals regurgitating bumper sticker criticisms about the evils of this thing or that thing were over. My musical journey was about to become purposeful, pointed, brutally mean and heavy as hell. At least metal used horror movie imagery, which I was a big fan of, and historical references to poke at the status quo, and you can't garner cool points in pop culture without a little cultural self-loathing. My counter culture 'edge' would stay sharp, after all. Like Tom Araya said, it makes for a great story, right?
Trouble's first two albums are full of dark, melodic gems dripping with guitar harmonies, and their drummer knew how to carve out the biggest punch possible with an aggressive rock approach that was straight from the Bonham School of Ass Kickery. Songs like 'Revelation: Life or Death' and 'Endtime' seemed to have been written specifically for me. I spent five years worshipping at the altar of Trouble before my tastes led me to more technical metal. I know those first two records inside and out. In fact, were The Skull's drummer to suddenly contract an intense case of poop-arrhea after eating some special cookies with Ex-lax, I mean... "chocolate chips", I could fill in for them on the spot. Stranger things have happened. I've had two dreams over the years in which I had to save the day by jumping behind his kit at shows. I even spoke to their original bassist about trying out for them just before they recorded their fourth album. I am a fan for life.
In October, both Confessor and Loincloth will be totally pumped to get to play in Barcelona in front of a niche crowd who will know what heavy means. And on top of that, we get to see the most influential record in our musical development played from front to back! This will be one trip that will bring all of us, and this humble blogger in particular, a lifetime of memories. The organizer of Day of Doom asked to be left out of any posts about the show. I'll respect that, but I do want to thank him for what is shaping up to be a dream come true. "Gracia para ayudarnos realizar este sueno! Tengo un abrazo muy fuerte para ti, amigo!" Holy crap! I get to see 'Victim of the Insane' live!