Album Review: Diana Vickers - 'Songs From The Tainted Cherry Tree' (Sony)
Less is more in the case of this debut
If you possess a voice so glass-breakingly mystical you should only be allowed to sing in Elvish, siphoning it through a vocoder is a big mistake. And it’s this telling lack of objectivity that lets this album down. Understandably, for a girl who began her career under the beady eye of a pop mogul, yet at the same time claims to love indie, this was always going to be a confused sound. There’s acoustic ballads, brass parping over polished disco beats, and an abundance of [b]Goulding[/b] electronica over grand pianos. It’s a shame since if she’d concentrated on one genre, this might have been victorious.