Myriad acts earmarked as “ones to watch” have, by virtue of any number of factors – both real and imaginary – have ceased to exist since time immemorial. Such is the way of the music industry; that cripplingly fickle clusterfuck of a fever dream that many of us, for one reason or another, dedicate a sizable portion of our lives to with little to no recompense, fiscal, metaphysical, or otherwise. And frankly, we wouldn’t have it any other way, for it’s more or less all in the pursuit. Which conveniently brings us to YARD, a Dublin quartet kneeling (and very well at that) at the altar…