Ahh, how reassuring: Dave Verellen still sounds like a bear trying to piss out a kidney stone the size of a child’s fist. Excellent. Similarly satisfying is just how much Narrows’ debut album fucking rocks, taking the combined memories of members’ former projects ( Botch, Unbroken, These Arms Are Snakes, Bullet Union and then some…) and compacting them into one jagged ball of urgent, vein-bulging fury. Incorporating gurning hardcore crunches, Hot Snakes-inflected twists and occasional bouts of near-serenity it’s never an easy or predictable ride, your suckerpunched brain constantly playing catch-up with the teeth these bastards send rattling across the dancehall floor.