No Album Left Behind: You’re in Good Hands with Soda Blonde’s Small Talk
Formerly of Little Green Cars, the Irish four-piece concoct a mesmerizing sound

The hard truth is, no matter how many albums we review each year, there are always countless releases that end up overlooked. That’s why, this month, we’re bringing back our No Album Left Behind series, in which the Paste Music team has the chance to circle back to their favorite underrated records of 2021 and sing their praises.
Life doesn’t always grant people second acts, but Irish four-piece Soda Blonde are living proof to the contrary. All four band members—Faye O’Rourke (vocals, guitar), Dylan Lynch (drums, percussion, vocals), Adam O’Regan (guitar, bass, piano, synthesizer, vocals) and Donagh Seaver O’Leary (bass, vocals)—previously gained international recognition as the alt-rock outfit Little Green Cars before breaking up in 2019. Their sound has changed, trading out folk influences for sleek pop, but their talent has not. Soda Blonde’s debut album Small Talk is a criminally underrated 2021 release.
Steeped in sadness, the record focuses on the band members’ 20s, a time that proves more melancholic than people remember through their rose-colored glasses—especially when you’re going through them amid a pandemic. The first track, “Tiny Darkness,” lures the listener in with melodic piano before the devastating lyrics and swelling strings can take hold. “It takes everything to begin again,” O’Rourke laments, a fitting introduction for a band who’ve found a new form. She’s refreshingly unafraid of airing her insecurities, especially regarding the music industry: “They said I could be a star / But I bent out of my shape / I’m like a washed-up TV host / Watching back old tapes.”
Throughout the self-produced record, the group’s cohesion and control over musical tension make song after song shine. The first five tracks of Small Talk make for a particularly wonderful run. “The Dark Trapeze’’ captures the rollercoaster of identity ridden when you’re still not quite sure who you are; “I’m a seed,” O’Rourke begins, later grandiosely declaring herself “a picture in a gallery from 1893” and then, more humbly, “a bottle of beer.” “In the Heat of the Night’’ smolders with arched, Fleetwood Mac-like guitar. O’Rourke’s singular, stratospheric voice transforms a seemingly simple lyric like “You’re telling me to calm down” into a dramatic challenge as she relishes “the thrill of the fight,” as she said in a press release. Clanging, metallic percussion builds on “Swimming Through the Night” before a dreamy release on the chorus, and “Terrible Hands” likewise benefits from the band’s pulsating, well-directed energy.