Clean. She’s endearingly hopeful on the indie-rock track “Skin” as she insists, “I want to be the one you miss when you’re alone/I want to be the one you’re kissing when you’re stoned. … I’m clawing at your skin, trying to see your bones.” But much of the time, the 21-year-old Nashville is disillusioned by bad relationships. “I don’t wanna be your fucking dog that you drag around/A collar on my neck tied to a pole/Leave me in the freezing cold,” Allison declares, not with a punk-rock fury but with a rueful resignation braided with slivers of jangling guitar. In her best moments, Allison avoids being cloying and comes across with a poignant sincerity.
Sophie Allison charts the vagaries of love and disappointment with a keen, unsparing eye on her recent album as Soccer Mommy,