Hailing from Whitehorse, Yukon, Soda Pony is made up of local idiots Patrick Hamilton and Aiden Tentrees. In the city where they’re best known as scavengers or employees at the local dump, Soda Pony captures the hearts, minds, and stomachs of anyone who’s ever wondered if it would be better to live on Mars while taping their muffler on to their truck. Fueled by the local drive-through, Soda Pony creates an explosion of sound reminiscent of a sci-fi, trailer-trash version of Simon and Garfunkel, sharing vocal leads that blend the earnest and the irreverent. Together they have been messing around with music in a scrap pile of genres for more than a decade, which evolved into the formation of Soda Pony in 2013.

With two albums already greasing up the airwaves, Soda Pony’s newest visual album release Senior Year is, like cheap fast food, hot, indulgent, and irresistible. But not only does the band offer a listening experience like a gravitational pull, their live show rocks harder than a spaceship in an asteroid field. With neither of them doing something so pedestrian as sticking to one instrument, Tentrees brings crunchy electric guitar and an atomic-era organ to the mix. Meanwhile, Hamilton somehow managed to wield both a drum sound so loud you’d never believe he was playing it one-handed and a heavy, rhythmic bass synth. Their songs are all hot-pants-original, with explosive arrangements, wacky premises, and a cringe-worthy relatability that makes you want to hide in the bathroom stall with your feet tucked up

As “lifers” of the North themselves, Soda Pony makes you feel as though you, too grew up running for the bus at forty below, failing to impress crushes, and buying booze for younger semi-acquaintances. They bring humor to the kind of nostalgia that you’d rather not remember, while also delivering an uncompromisingly sincere performance. Even if you’ve never experienced the kind of small-town existential crises they mine much of their material from, Soda Pony’s unrelenting charm is, like the after-affects of too much chips and pop, impossible to escape.