Muddshovel split the earth open with their eruptive debut album 'Little White Hair'

Cavan’s loudest secret is no longer hiding. With their hotly-tipped debut album 'Little White Hair', Muddshovel deliver the kind of debut that doesn’t simply ask for a place in Ireland’s rock lineage; it claws out its own crater, plants a flag, and invites the lightning to strike twice.

Muddshovel operate like a three-man demolition crew: Shawn Hicks howls through distortion with a fire-scorched urgency, Garreth Tackney shakes the floorboards with basslines that feel tectonic, and David Mulligan crashes through the mix with a drummer’s blend of finesse and fury.

‘Over the Line’ kicks the door in with undeniable conviction. It’s a rallying cry disguised as a brawl. While ‘Deep Fried Soul’ hits like a fever dream painted in ash and neon, staring down self-destruction with wit and weight. And it is what push-pull between chaos and clarity is where Muddshovel thrive.

And at the heart of it all is the title track, ‘Little White Hair’. Gone are the jagged riffs and clenched fists; what remains is something much quieter, lonelier, and startlingly exposed. It’s the moment the mask slips and the room goes still.

Nine songs. Zero wasted breaths. This album is an autopsy of modern living, exploring its temptations, its burnouts, its ghosts, and its grit. All delivered with the intensity of a band who have lived through every note of it.

If Ireland has been waiting for a new underground force to rise, the wait is over. Muddshovel have arrived, and ‘Little White Hair’ is the quake that marks the beginning.