Diana Vickers, Leadmill, Sheffield, Monday 17^th May

Oh Diana Vickers. One of the many Marmites of the music world. Some of you may be able to hark back to the X Factor days, a competition in which the self-named “The Vickerage” ranked 4^th in the final. Wooing some with her youthful, bare-footed, messy-blonde-haired, rasping-voiced naivety and sending others running for the hills in the wake of the all of the above– Diana Vickers was no wall flower. I myself remember spending many a minute defending the “quirky”, “innocent” and “endearing” young songstress, who for her tiny frame had a powerful voice that…

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