28 February 2011
by Tomas Doyle
Whilst there has been much written about the Mayan prediction of the destruction of the world this year, there has be relatively little discussion about what the soundtrack to that impending apocalypse will be. Well, I humbly submit that with their second full-length, Painted, Narrows have produced a record that would amply accompany any armageddon that our central-American predecessors may have called on. That’s not because it is the heaviest album you will this year, nor is it the nastiest or even the most gruellingly dissonant (though it does score highly in all these categories) – but rather because of its remorseless, unrelenting, soul emptying bleakness which refuses to abate throughout the eight tracks on offer here.