The Vamps performing their Four Corners Tour at The Royal Concert Hall Nottingham on Wednesday 1st May 2019

Images and Review by Kevin Cooper

It was exactly a year ago that The Vamps were playing to a packed Motorpoint Arena and this time it was a sold out Royal Concert Hall that was filled with Vampettes, who made their immediate presence felt as they screamed their way through a seventeen song set list.

A band that writes their own songs, plays their own instruments and are most definitely not manufactured, just like The Beatles, it is easy to see why they dislike the label of boy band.

As the lights went down, the crowd went predictably ballistic from the moment the band hit the stage, with all four members seeming to have an equal share of fans. They set their stall out early with tracks from their latest album, Night & Day with the likes of the lively Just My Type and Personal, both big soaring pop numbers that had the crowd belting back the words.

With more material to choose from, some of their classics were given an airing. Wild Heart was very well received as were the four songs from their latest EP, Missing You. All The Lies was quickly followed up with We Don’t Care which morphed into a terrific drum solo from the very talented Tristan Evans.

Pausing for breath, there was the lovely slowed down version of Somebody To You which saw front man, Brad Simpson playing acoustic guitar, and for Waves he picked up the drum sticks which left Evans to play the bass and Connor Ball to take over lead vocals, all complimented by the very able James McVey on guitar.

Playing in front of a huge screen these very capable musicians took this still screaming and singing audience to the finishing line with oldies Can We Dance and Wake Up, before making sure that everyone was on their feet for encore numbers, Cheater and Risk It All.

There was a stripped back version of fans favourite Missing You before the last song of the evening, All Night, kept everyone on their feet, jumping, screaming and singing along, and that was just the band who never kept still for a second as they whisked around the Concert Hall stage as though it was a race track.