The fourth and final album from power-pop maestro Matthew Melton. Within seconds of the dropping the needle you'll get the feeling of being in good hands: we have here another AP course in power-pop, delivered by our man Melton with the confidence and consistency of your favorite late night diner. The familiarity works as a curious device - this is directly in his wheelhouse, no sonic surprises whatsoever, yet somehow these odes to teenage love and heartache are brand new, catchy and vital. His twists and turns utilizing the same tools are frankly astounding in their continued freshness.
That this is the final Warm Soda record (in anticipation of his new band Dream Machine's debut, also on Castle Face Records) seems logical when you consider the way he's re-written the same vibe into four excellent records of catchy pop. A lesser talent would have given up after two records tops - Melton's commitment to the platonic ideal of power pop again bears fruit, and dare I say it's the best yet? Mix tape makers of the world, take note: if you leave the new Warm Soda out of your next amorous transmission to that cute guy or girl you just met, you're fucking up.