Written by Ross Copperman, Mike Gossin, Jon Nite, and Rachel Reinert
I’m starting to think there’s a group of guys in Nashville who have only two things going for them: the ability to sing “whoa-oh-whoa” and enough dirt on every record producer to blackmail them into singing on thirty records a year.
The male cheerleader section shows up about halfway through trouble, breaking the mood in a song that had done a decent job establishing tension, thanks to a sparser than usual production and a bluesy vocal from lead vocalist Rachel Reinert. By that point, the song was trying just a little bit too hard to sound like the trouble they’re singing about was significantly troublesome anyway, so it kinda falls apart from that moment.
But hey, Travis Tritt set the danger bar so low for country music trouble when he put on that fringe red leather jacket with matching chaps back in 1993, so I’ll give Gloriana credit for making it sound as credible as they do. They’ve got a decent sound going as a trio, sort of like Lady Antebellum would sound if someone took away their ambien. Put the harmonies front and center and avoid the production gimmicks of the day, and they can be contenders.