Soccer Mommy: More Than Words
In our latest Digital Cover Story, Sophie Allison talks about her new album Evergreen, separating work and home, cherishing melodrama, and making demo tapes sound huge yet intimate.
Photo by Anna Pollack
Across four albums and 42 songs, Sophie Allison—the 27-year-old singer-songwriter who traipses through various shapes of rock ‘n’ roll as Soccer Mommy—has already lived enough lives to fill out an entire multi-decade discography. It’s been six years since her debut LP, Clean, enraptured the hearts of many with its stripped-down, bedroom rock infatuations and plainspoken familiarities. Songs like “Your Dog” and “Cool” were conversational and anything but nostalgic, as Allison’s penmanship rested on the laurels of a present-bound messiness. “I want to make you mine and drag you like a kite,” she sang, crushingly, in 2018, pulling as much influence from Sheryl Crow and Taylor Swift as Pavement and Slowdive, enacting a proper collision of rough-around-the-edges, strummy melodies garnished by some of the knottiest and most promising hooks of this millennium. She’s not the college girl playing barely-filled Long Island rooms as a bottom-of-the-bill performer anymore.
Instead, over the last half-decade, Allison has built a bulletproof catalog on her own whim, dropping tangled, clear-eyed albums every other year and, in the case of a record like color theory, unquestionably turning herself into one of the most bankable working musicians in Nashville with floppy disk samples and drum machines setting her darkened truths of ill-health and courage ablaze. Her last full-length, 2022’s Sometimes, Forever was an Oneohtrix Point Never-aided coil of synths, gauzy guitars and experimental production. There, she measured the gaps between longing and intimacy, parsing grief out of joy and grappling with her bedroom roots becoming a newfound and, at times, overwhelming level of critical success. With a string of darling LPs to her name and a “cult following” of a million monthly listeners on Spotify, Soccer Mommy holds court at the podium of that so-called “sad girl indie” subset, serving as one of Avril Lavigne’s greatest modern acolytes yet obliterating all precedents set by the “Complicated” songwriter; Allison’s work is anchored by snapshots rather than years squeezed into three- or four-minute bursts.
When the first notes of acoustic guitar on her new album, Evergreen, ring in on “Lost,” I’m immediately flung backwards into songs like “Last Girl” and “Skin” instead of “circle the drain” or “Shotgun.” It’s a refreshingly bare sound glued into place by symphonic textures and swirling, airy magic. “I’m constantly trying to push myself to do different stuff,” Allison says. “[Evergreen] felt like the ultimate ‘being experimental’ album, stripping it back. The songs just really called for it.” Writing the Evergreen songs didn’t remind her, necessarily, of making Clean, but of writing songs in her bedroom and uploading them online without any grand vision. “I just wanted them to feel really raw and honest at the core,” she admits. “That’s what I was focused on with this album, too. The songs [on Evergreen] were just so special to me and very particular and lyrical. I wanted that to shine through more than anything else, and I wanted it to reflect the feeling that it gave me.” If Allison had to compartmentalize Evergreen into an image, she’d say that the album looks like a car, windows down, driving through a Tennessee fall and she’s in the driver’s seat, drinking in all of the air and the grief.
Meeting Allison at the crossroads of Evergreen is a gift. As the 11 songs unfold, it’s like watching her combine where Soccer Mommy is now with where Soccer Mommy was in 2018. The bedroom mentality never went away, but the recording spaces got denser. The rooms got bigger, but the life being sung about remains the same size. The phrase “coming of age” follows Allison everywhere, as her music is so often this meticulously crafted and generous tempest of growth and fallibility. At just 25 years old, she was singing the “I miss feeling like a person” line from “Still” in venues packed wall-to-wall with her peers, and they all listened, following her intuition, admissions and imperfections like a green light. “I find myself writing songs that I wouldn’t have written years ago, because I wouldn’t have been able to imagine myself making a song like ‘circle the drain,’ to be honest,” Allison says. “When I was just writing songs and putting them on Bandcamp, I wouldn’t have been doing anything like that, because I didn’t really understand that I could go make this pop song that I was envisioning. Now, I have that vision and I know it’s a reality. That’s something I can do.”
Allison carried that vision into the making of Evergreen, too, imagining instrumentation that sounds like a breath of fresh air and perfect weather. And if that isn’t the definition of “pop music,” then what is? Even at its gloomiest, Soccer Mommy’s new era is full of sunshine. “I wanted to evoke that feeling for myself and evoke that visual kind of beauty,” Allison explains. “I had a lot of ideas about the flutes and the strings and approaching things in a different way, to make it a different sonic landscape that spoke truly to the songs.” She wanted Evergreen’s final product to sound like the demo tapes but bigger. “I didn’t want to lose that intimacy, even just with the vocals,” she adds. “I wanted it to feel close and soft.”
Of course, Evergreen isn’t totally stripped back. The beautiful strings that fill out “Lost,” provided by Raven Bush, turn into sugary, nurturing swirls of atmosphere on “Changes” before swelling into a full-band collage of the last three albums on “Abigail” and “Driver” without tugging on any one particular sound. Thanks to her work with producer Ben Allen—whom Allison met through her label, Loma Vista—she was able to execute a medley of strings and woodwinds that she’d demoed with patches on her keyboard. “We had a pre-production period too where me and Ben really took four or five songs and started doing work on them, just to see what happened and figure out a lot of sounds,” she notes. “That gave us a lot of clarity—and I think having that time to really just mess around and know that we can change anything when we come back and actually record, but also we can get these sonic ideas and see how the songs need to sit a little bit, that was really helpful.”
And even the textures that sound full and explosive weren’t done in the typical Soccer Mommy, band-in-a-room fashion. “There were some exceptions,” Allison admits, “but [it was mostly] doing drum and bass—or rhythm guitar, drum and bass—and then building those live takes around stuff that we had already pre-recorded and blending the two ideals.” It all sounds confident and symphonic, lush even. Evergreen is a departure in a discography of departures; no two Soccer Mommy albums truly sound alike, nor should anyone want them to, but every Soccer Mommy album sounds exactly like the woman who made it—because Sophie Allison is at her best when she strikes the balance she’s been perfecting since color theory: remaining tethered to the iterations of herself that have come and gone without sacrificing the weirdness of her own current sonic interests.
It’s why Allison didn’t double down on making a second electronic album in a row, or why she is more interested in sealing imperfections in amber despite having access to the best production an indie rock budget can buy: Soccer Mommy is a project wed to the labors of keeping it real and keeping it strange. You can hear that in Allen’s arrangements on a song like “Anchor,” which stretch and move through the chords without hitting perfect notes. “Making this record, we were very particular about not wanting to let anything onto the songs or the track that was not really serving a purpose or doing something important—not clouding it up with a bunch of layers,” Allison says. “It was a less is more approach, even though there’s still a good amount of stuff going on at any given time.”
Allison wrote Clean, color theory and Sometimes, Forever all relatively close to each other, but the songs on Evergreen sat for a minute while she focused her efforts on doing press and touring Sometimes, Forever after its June 2022 release. “When you’re putting out an album and doing press and interviews, it’s always the hardest part for me, to write during that time period—just because my focus gets shifted,” she says. “Trying to write something new and fresh and get new ideas, and also having to think a lot about what you just made, is very hard.” A month before Sometimes, Forever hit DSPs, Allison wrote the first song that would end up on Evergreen: “M,” a unique addition to the tracklist, as it’s one of the few times that a years-old song made its way onto one of her albums—not since the Clean days, at least.
“I’ve never thrown something like that [on a record],” Allison adds. “It was just this song that I wrote and it didn’t fit with Sometimes, Forever, so I kind of just abandoned it in a way where I just set it aside and thought, ‘I really like that song, I just don’t know if that’s a song I’ll put out. It might be something that I like and just sits, it doesn’t necessarily have to be shown to the world.’” Then, while writing the rest of Evergreen, Allison found “M” on her Dropbox account and could still feel its insight long after first writing it, an energy stored in those splendid guitar moves. Some of Evergreen was written quickly, like “Lost” and “Thinking of You,” calling to mind how Allison wrote “royal screw up” in a matter of hours more than four years ago. “It feels so good when something comes out that quickly,” she says. “You don’t have to work so hard for it. It might seem strange, but I think that you still could get really broad views of everything when you’re writing like that, just straight off the top of your head.” She likens that expedited process to being “pissed off about something and you’re venting to a friend and you could just keep going forever.” “It starts to feel like that,” she contends. “It just keeps inspiring me. It always feels particularly magical when it can just come out like that.”