Live at the Marquee: Vamp up the teenage delight

If you’d asked me about The Vamps two weeks ago, I would have furrowed my brow, pursed my lips and eventually asked, ‘Aren’t they kind of like One Direction?

Some kind of teeny-boppy boy band or something?’ Judging by the crowd at last night’s Live at the Marquee gig, that’s exactly what they were. A veritable swarm of teenage girls could be seen milling around pre-gig, bangle-clad and messy-haired, and anyone over the age of 30 was undoubtedly on parental supervision duty.

Inwardly I despaired. This wasn’t going to be my cup of tea at all. Except, oddly enough, it was.