On Clean, her first official album as Soccer Mommy, Clean, singer-songwriter Sophie Allison crafts a succinct record about romantic insecurity and a personal reckoning with bad habits and instincts to overcome. Several songs—in particular, the second track “Cool”—evoke the light-grunge, DIY indie rock of the ‘90s that artists like Liz Phair, who Soccer Mommy has opened for, helped to popularize at that time. Clean has only subtle flourishes. Allison can be blunt like Liz Phair, or perceptive like early Taylor Swift, but she tells her stories of love and betrayal with a welcomed pop-punk brevity and kick. The melodrama of youth is rendered in sometimes uncomfortable detail—the seemingly innocuous memories that send you spiraling, like a particular way of brushing up against a person. Sophie Allison’s excellent studio debut is a compact album of clear melodies, plainspoken lyrics, and the impossibly tangled logic of infatuation. Clean is that much-cooler indie record Taylor once sung of. Below the surface, its spark gleams like a secret.