The reason music lovers such as I get labelled as “snobs” is because we are dismissive of many (not all) of the big selling mainstream names who receive mass acceptance as representative of current tastes. And yes, I am as guilty as anyone when it comes to pouring cold water on Ed Sheeran’s acclaim or reacting with repulsion at the latest Coldplay offering. But hear me out, this is certainly not because I resent success or popularity, I am a massive Beatles fan for starters and you do not get more pop than that. The thing about the aforementioned is simply that, bleeding through every note of clinically clean music they produce is the sound of marketing. The stench of music created not because an artist was struck by a lightning bolt of inspiration, more the need to fulfill a criterion to supply new ‘product’ and from there on in, the overwhelming impression of demographic pleasing boxes being ticked is hard to ignore. In my opinion, it just makes for very predictable and dull music.

As for exciting pop and especially mainstream success, well I am all for it. There is nothing more delightful, even today when charts are all but irrelevant, than seeing a musician who has created something stunning, fresh, inspired and entertaining getting the recognition they deserve. I mention all this because in 2021 Greentea Peng made an album that did just that, it grabbed attention in all the right places by virtue of just being very, very good. This was an album bursting at the seams with ideas, both musically and lyrically. Wit and wisdom were in abundance and the whole record seemed to splash your face with its freshness. So, it was no surprise to me when reading an interview with the artist in The Guardian last year to see a prediction that, should her career ever become about anything other than music, she would take a step back from it.

Greentea Peng is the performing identity for Aria Wells, it was a name lifted from packaging of Peruvian green tea and includes the slang term for attractive, Peng, because a lady on there was depicted wearing only tea leaves. Aria was born in Bermondsey and to this day retains a kind of Amy Winehouse-like cutting edge that firmly places her in England’s capital, although she pointedly presents herself as a citizen of the universe, not belonging to just one location. Aria found her voice while travelling, literally when she got herself noticed at an open-mic night in Mexico and landed an invite to front a local covers band. She pretty much took that starting point and ran with it, having earned her living from music ever since. The journey took in an attention-grabbing TV appearance on Jools Holland and hot tips as one of the BBC’s sounds of 2021, but the real arrival has been with the debut LP ‘Man Made’.

If there is an over-riding vibe to ‘Man Made’ then it is mellow, with a soulful edge and a savage punch behind the blissed-out textures. It is very dubby, very London or at least what I think of as London. Wells did state in interviews around the time of the release that the theme could be summed up with the word ‘austerity’ which, for a creative artist, is suitably open-ended. That said though, dive into the grooves here and you do feel the realities of modern-day post-Brexit Britain seeping through, maybe more than the austerity it is the inequalities that stand tall. Opening number ‘Make Noise’ breezes in like a dream, floating on a bedrock of vintage vinyl crackle and right there in the middle of the deep bass and the cloud busting synths is that central, pure voice. A real sound, one that gets straight to the truth, dedicating what is about to come to those who stand alongside her and the dearly departed. An invitation, a throwing open of the door with an offer to make noise; what follows does just that with conviction.

Now I do not want to diminish credibility on my music critic credentials by admitting that I made my mind up about a record two tracks in, but that is exactly what happened with this one. From the second that juddering, funky bassline that beats through the heart of ‘This Sound’ rattled my ear drums all I could think was “yes, I’m having this!.” Greentea Peng is using the tune as a calling card for her music, but it succeeds in not actually defining the sound she makes, more throwing all the cards in the air and daring the listener to make sense of this if you can. It lifts you, it can be danced to, there are elements of jazz in the little trumpet fills and an urban nu-soul texture as she calls you to groove to it but really, what is this sound? It feels free, it feels boundless and that is what is so exciting. It is not trying to be anything, it just is; Wells may get a kick out of teasing us with suggestions like physical and metaphysical, but the real source is just a singular soul expressing herself with freedom and joy. Seriously, if your ears do not respond with positivity to this sound, you are going to need to check you are using them properly.

And that is the pure pleasure of this album in a nutshell. It is free, nothing is discarded in the pursuit of the right vibe. Be it open aired flute flourishes in ‘Be Careful’ or the smooth, keyboard touches that underpin ‘Nah It Ain’t The Same,’ a song that cannot stop evolving as a brilliant second phase introduces drum ‘n’ bass rhythm and an unexpected honky piano part. Even when things get real on ‘Suffer,’ a tune that brings acoustic textures and a nightmarish sonic template that recalls Tricky and his darkest Trip-Hop experiments, there remains at heart Greentea Peng’s healing hand, offered in solidarity to all suffering and collectively enduring these modern times. That is the key constant element throughout this wonderful album. Across eighteen tracks that rebound from the laid back to the urgent, Greentea Peng has built a psychedelic soundscape that will not pander to anyone’s rulebook, it simply shines bright by following its own thoroughly eclectic muse. Kick back and enjoy this.

Find a vinyl copy of Man Made here: https://www.discogs.com/release/19007347-Greentea-Peng-Man-Made