On Thursday, people of all ages descended upon The Wiltern to sing and sway along to the angelic tunes and melancholic ruminations of Sophie Allison, better known by her stage name, Soccer Mommy.

Hot off of her fourth studio album, the deeply personal “Evergreen,” Allison has been touring the country and continuing to carve a special place for herself in the indie rock scene since her acclaimed debut in 2016. With her raw, introspective lyrics clouded in dreamy shoegaze and old-school guitar riffs, Allison is a refreshing, thoughtful and sincere voice in a genre crowded with half-baked confessionals.

Just as her instrumentation has evolved over the years, so did the sound of the evening. After opener Hana Vu set the tone for the night with her thrilling musicality and cozy, familiar lyrical touch, Allison took the stage with her band to perform hits new and old.

The candy-coated lighting design and tranquil graphics lent themselves to Allison’s setlist of meditations. Baskets of flowers sat on the edge of the stage. With a stellar band in total sync, Allison turned an already intimate venue into an even more personal one. Interjecting only a few times throughout the night to chat with the crowd — mostly about their post-show plans — she let the songs speak for themselves.

Halfway through the set, after an eager fan loudly professed their love for her, Allison quipped back: “Mother’s love!” Don’t let that response, or the cheeky artist’s name, fool you, though. Her stream-of-consciousness storytelling doesn’t shy away from heavy, emotional topics. However, Allison is not an artist who deals in literary overindulgence. With earnest heart, wit and wordplay, she charms and swoons.

Dancing along, the crowd forgot their worries while singing about them. Even the saddest song blasted loudly enough can become a headbanger. With a few electric guitars, a killer bassline, an exceptional drummer and the occasional synth, Allison thrilled the crowd with more rock-heavy tunes like “Shotgun” and “Don’t Ask Me.” Even in their grungiest moments, the band carried themselves gracefully.

On slower songs like “Still Clean,” Allison soloed on an acoustic guitar, connecting directly to the audience with a single light shining on her. The sweet and soothing communal energy made The Wiltern a safe space for quiet, emotional catharsis. There was never a need to scream or cry. Rather, it was an evening dedicated to quiet reflection.

Some concerts are big, showy, triple-decker cheeseburgers. Some concerts are stale Lunchables. And some concerts are hot soup: simple, healthy, comforting and delish. As the crowd exited the theater, attendees looked nourished and refreshed. Soccer Mommy fed their mind, body and soul.