PinkPantheress is performing at The Anthem on May 3rd. Her songs rarely break two minutes; they’re built like voice memos, quick and unfinished, the kind of thing you’d record at 2 AM and forget about until it shows up months later.
She’s 22 and makes heartbreak sound like scrolling through old photos you should’ve deleted. Her tracks borrow from early 2000s UK garage and drum and bass, but it’s nostalgic for an era she barely lived through. Everything feels secondhand, deliberately fragmented.
Her debut album Heaven Knows is full of contemporary grief dressed up as catchy pop: the loneliness of being constantly reachable, relationships that end in read receipts, the math of who texts first. She’s figured out how to make melancholy sound casual, like it’s just part of the weather. Sadness as background noise while you get on with your day.
Live, she translates all that bedroom intimacy into something surprisingly high-energy. The songs are so short the setlist moves fast; each one hits and dissolves before you’ve processed it, which might be the point.
Find tickets for PinkPantheress at The Anthem here.
