Concert Review: Soccer Mommy Feel Like Music Therapy
I reviewed Soccer Mommy’s record, Collection, and thought it to be as thoughtful as their performance at Baby’s All Right. Brooklyn felt like the perfect domain for them to play tracks about living inside your head. From dreams to insecurities, Millennials are statistically, the highest educated and spiritual generation to rise, but there are pitfalls to knowing and constantly seeking knowledge, particularly when you do not know yourself. Thus, Collection played like a more fascinating version of therapy.
Soccer Mommy – Allison
When you think of therapy, you imagine a room full of books and a cozy sofa, while you sit and air out your feelings. Yet, Baby’s All Right is more like a rectangle with a wall of vibrant light bulbs and an amassing of people who can be considered walking libraries with the stories they, themselves, carry. In that essence, Soccer Mommy was like a band fitting in with a generation. Tracks like, “Benadryl Dreams”, “Try”, and “Allison” might as well have been ripped from the minds and stars that are filled by the night-sky. Sophie Allison is a very “insular” performer. For however friendly the band may be, when Sophie begins to sing in her softly blushed vocals tracks like “Last Girl” and “Inside Out” an invisible wall is activated. She seemingly closes her eyes to return to the room from which she wrote these “diary-esque” tracks. If someone told me her voice was bathed in rosewater, along with their guitar melodies, I would believe it. Sophie vocally flutters through her songs like a butterfly trying to figure out if her wing is truly broken or she is being negative, which, for me, is the essence of being young.
Soccer Mommy – Inside Out
I do not know one person, but especially twenty-something, who does not feel like they are failing, at least, in one aspect of their life. Thus, when you see Soccer Mommy they go beyond their casual, “we are you” demeanor to create an atmosphere and set of dreamy arrangements that feel symbolic. It is as if they go from “we are you” to “you are us”, which beautifully transfers songs seemingly meant for moody headphone sessions into a beautiful concert experience. For More Information On Soccer Mommy Click Here.
