Sophie Allison is 20. That may not seem to be the most important piece of information, but it is the absolute key to understanding the strengths of her debut album as Soccer Mommy, Clean. The music she makes is not burdened with opaque poetic allusions or unnecessary instrumental overcompensation; rather, it is direct, honest and at times disarmingly open. Like the characters in Greta Gerwig’s Lady Bird, you come away from this album thinking that you’ve made a friend.

She mines her own life for her subject matter, meaning that most of the ten songs included cover the fate of former relationships and her current emotional conflicts. The track ‘Blossom (Wasting All My Time)’, located uncoincidentally at the midpoint of the record, about sums up her reason for creating music in the first place. “Wasting all my time wondering if you really loved me,” is just one of many lines that do not break conventions or articulate anything for the first time, but say exactly what needs to be said. Allison is a real person, nothing more or less than that, with an urge to express herself. What she sings about is always relatable, the sorts of things that are on the one hand everyday and on the other seismically important at that stage of your life.

There is a refreshing joy to this style. Everyone knows how taxing it can be to cope with young adults’ over-thought attempts at Meaningful Art, but there is no trace of that on Clean. Tracks like ‘Cool’ and ‘Your Dog’ are immensely accessible, sporting slacker, summer breeze vibes and gently addictive undersold melodies. One can picture Allison’s world easily, full of low-slung guitars and long-haired angst. The former track’s “ooh ooh ooh” vocal refrains will take root in your subconscious too, ready to strike at the first available quiet moment.

Opening track ‘Still Clean’ is ushered in by pulsing, rippling guitar notes and an isolated, vulnerable vocal. It may seem peaceful, but just the lightest scratch at the surface reveals an altogether more sinister story: “You took me down to the water/Got your mouth all clean/Left me drowning/Once you’d picked me out of your bloody teeth”. It is only one of several uses of metaphorical predators to represent her romantic foes on the album, and the one time that she seems downtrodden by the whole experience. For a brief, bizarre moment the track even lapses into lo-fi demo mode, a true open wound of a song. Bolder and more spirited is ‘Last Girl’, despite again Allison making herself the victim of her own song. “Why would you still want to be with me/She’s got everything you’ll ever need” is the closing mantra, but this time we get a glimpse of her self-assertion and growth, resisting the temptation to feel sorry for herself.

With Clean, Allison has delivered one of early 2018’s easiest albums to simply enjoy. If you’ve been a human being for all of your life, you will recognise very well the experiences related throughout its fleeting 35 minutes. Furthermore, for those of us staring at the calendar, drumming our fingers and waiting for the summer to get started, this is the record that will make it arrive sooner, too.