• Video Premiere: Half Forward Line – Column A, Column B

    October 26, 2017 - By 

    Galway super-group of sorts Half Forward Line are set to release their debut album The Back of Mass tomorrow. Before we premiere it on this here website though, the band have been kind enough to share a video for ‘Column A, Column B’. The trio, comprised of So Cow‘s Brian Kelly on guitar and vocals, Oh Boland‘s Niall Murphy and bass, and regular TTA photographer Cíarán Ó Maoláin behind the drums, have been doing some wonderful damage on the live circuit these past few months and also unveiled one of the sweetest love songs to come out of the West in quite some time in the form…

  • Album Premiere: Half Forward Line – The Back of Mass

    October 27, 2017 - By 

    Just yesterday, we had the distinct pleasure of premiering the video for ‘Column A, Column B’ by Galway supergroup-of-sorts (actually, not of-sorts, of-actuality) Half Forward Line. Featuring So Cow’s Brian Kelly on guitar and vocals, Oh Boland‘s Niall Murphy and bass, and regular TTA photographer Cíarán Ó Maoláin on drums, the band’s brand new debut album, The Back of Mass, is a thing of rather brilliance, effortlessly distilling the varyingly-shaded starry-eyed, fuzzed-out, limb-flailing panache of their component parts and projects, commingling into a twelve-track salvo of soul-enhancing, real-life-confronting, impossibly-earworming garage rock. And sure, are you at all surprised? These guys haven’t spent huge chunks of their collective life…

  • Half Forward Line – The Back of Mass

    October 18, 2017 - By 

    Power-pop act Half Forward Line are a Galway-based trio of Irish garage rock relative luminaries, spearheaded by the self-deprecative lyrical mastery of So Cow‘s Brian Kelly. Their debut album, The Back of Mass, comes out on October 27. The band also features Oh Boland‘s Niall Murphy on bass and Ciaran O’Maoláin on drums – who, incidentally, recorded the album over the course of two days in the lounge of a derelict rural Irish pub. As ever, Kelly delivers eleven tightly-woven slices of life in an increasingly-disconnected world that is modern Ireland, typically banged out in under a half-hour. Dizzying, anxious bubblegum pop and the pristine chord progressions Teenage Fanclub somehow never wrote hyperactively lay the path…