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A nameless, ageless, genreless face gazes up at the readers of Rolling Stone with bulbous brown eyes. She\u2019s kneeling on what might be a black papasan cushion. Battered black Converse, a small box TV, an amber GameBoy, and nondescript record sleeves, DVD cases, and magazines\u2014save an issue of Gideon Falls, a horror comic\u2014are strewn about the gray carpeted void. That each cultural clue appears fragmented in this photograph\u2014just out of focus or frame\u2014doesn\u2019t strike me as coincidental. The mystery of PinkPantheress is not one asking to be solved.

Stone writer Keegan Brady does fill in some blanks for us. Her real name remains unknown, but she\u2019s recently 20, and her byte-sized catalog of viral hits exemplifies \u201Ca new microgenre led by young women:\u201D something called \u201CAlt-Girl Rap.\u201D To be clear, Brady\u2019s article is not exactly a one-on-one with PinkPantheress. It features only two direct quotes from the UK-based starlet, and primarily endeavors to put her in conversation with other Gen-Z cyber-songstresses, including Grace Ives and Coco&ClairClair. I listen to all three artists regularly and acknowledge their sonic and lyrical similarities. PinkPantheress hits different.

I remember the first time I queued up the single \u201CPassion\u201D on Spotify several months ago. Plucky guitar chords arrived as though warped from travel across the space-time continuum: a lutist\u2019s medieval tragedy trapped inside a bottle. Chattering sound bites layered themselves over the foundational melody, quickening the song\u2019s heartbeat. But when an ethereal, British-accented voice finally interjected, nothing could drown out her weighty confession: \u201CSaid I had to clear up my head / But tonight, I think I lost the plot instead / I said that I\u2019d be cleared out by three / To the walls, I know they listen to me.\u201D It\u2019s her who is trapped\u2014in her room, in a depressive episode, without motivation. I saved the track to my library before the beat came in.

The cover art is clever\u2014it\u2019s the familiar verdant hills and crystal skies of the default Windows XP wallpaper\u2014but does zero favors in identifying the person behind the melancholic vocals: \u201CThe teachers always called it a shame / They say I don\u2019t have passion the same / As I did a few years before / They don\u2019t see the light there anymore.\u201D \u201CPassion\u201D ended\u2014a tight two minutes and eighteen seconds\u2014and I immediately took to the artist\u2019s page within the streaming app, desperate for more. If you take a look at it today, you\u2019ll notice a few things that were yet to come when I discovered PinkPantheress back in July.

Of course, there\u2019s to hell with it, her debut mixtape released on October 15, 2021, that barely covers a congested morning commute from city to suburbs. She smartly opens with \u201CPain,\u201D the earworm around which her fanbase coalesced in droves on Tik Tok. It boasts danceability (relative to the other nine tracks, though \u201CJust for me\u201D can compare in cadence) and an early 2000s UK garage sample\u2014\u201CFlowers\u201D by Sweet Female Attitudes\u2014deftly reworked as its throughline. PinkPantheress backs her star power with unmissable study. \u201CPain\u201D precedes \u201CI must apologise,\u201D which somehow makes new the synth-organ hook from Crystal Waters\u2019s house classic \u201CGypsy Woman (She\u2019s Homeless).\u201D Other highlights include the feverish, siren-studded \u201CReason,\u201D musings on day-to-day existence, happiness, and hope for the future; and \u201CNineteen,\u201D a downtempo, violin-driven probe of stagnancy, numbness, and dissatisfaction with self that builds upon themes explored in \u201CPassion.\u201D From watching an ex-lover move on to explaining to your family why you\u2019ve withdrawn, no trial of young adulthood is left untouched.

And listeners are touched by PinkPantheress. Her most popular tracks have swollen to anywhere between 18 and 140 million plays apiece. But her self-published biography (\u201Cmwah! x\u201D) and photos haven\u2019t changed at all. There\u2019s a heavily filtered, oversize-sunglassed mirror selfie that screams 2014, a snapshot of a bulldog gnawing on a chew toy, and an adorable baby picture in a foam frame. Even her display photo is an overexposed party pic, with friends duck-facing in the background. What\u2019s most prominent, besides her aforementioned captivating gaze, are her knotless box braids.

Don\u2019t get me wrong, I\u2019ve all but divested from representational politics. I\u2019m generally of the belief that making an icon out of someone solely based on how systems of oppression marginalize them is a recipe for disaster, or at the very least, disappointment. But I\u2019m already observing a troubling phenomenon close in on PinkPantheress, her minute-long songs, and her minute-long career. In the frenzy to parse her virality, futurity, and relative privacy, her identity as a Black girl is at once overlooked and misrepresented.

Amid the age of Black excellence, I was shocked to discover such minimal acknowledgement of heritage within the music journalism that covers PinkPantheress, save a brief mention of her Kenyan mother in an i-D feature of rapid-fire facts. You could explain this away by pointing to her relative obscurity as an artist\u2014that which accompanies her newness and stems from her desire to maintain agency over her public persona. \u201CIt\u2019s not about secrecy,\u201D she told i-D\u2019s Douglas Greenwood over the summer. \u201CI\u2019m avoiding stress and preconceptions.\u201D There\u2019s also something sort of refreshing about her quietly meteoric rise, untethered from the burden of fulfilling any ideals associated with Blackness or womanhood. But instinct tells me the oversight has little to do with the unknowns or a desire to let her nascent body of work speak for itself.