Diana Vickers swaps sting for swing on “Pretty Boys,” a chrome-bright dance-pop pivot.
Unspoken rule of Saturday nights: change your type, change the weather; on “Pretty Boys,” Diana Vickers tests that meteorology with a convertible grin and a sharpened tongue. Following the sherbet-bright comeback of “Ice Cream,” the UK singer steers into an upbeat lane where self-worth dances and winks. Co-written with Dee Adam (Tom Grennan, Baby Queen) and George Glew (Deaf Havana)—who wrap the track in glistening 2000s pop sheen—this dance-pop sparkler signals a new era for one of Britain’s most magnetic voices. Vickers sings with feline poise and fearless humor, flipping toxic patterns into choreography: what used to sting now swings. The narrative is deliciously tongue-in-cheek—therapy receipts, red flags, a decisive lane change—yet the delivery is unapologetically feminine and in control, channeling icy noir glamour without forfeiting mischief.
Production-wise, “Pretty Boys” gleams like chrome: four-on-the-floor pulse, elastic bass, fizzy arpeggios, and side-chained pads that breathe around her syllables. The hook lands as a glitter-bomb mantra, built for car speakers and late-bar mirrors, while tart asides skewer the narcissist archetype with tabloid bite. It’s commercial without capitulation, cheeky yet disciplined, the writing razor-edged enough to keep the sugar from cloying. Listeners feel taller inside it—windows down, cheekbones sharpened—because the record doesn’t merely flirt with confidence; it turns autonomy into choreography and glee into policy. If the blueprint is familiar, Vickers renovates with personality: precision phrasing, a lift on the title line, and beats that sparkle rather than shout. A svelte pivot that rewards replay and plants a flag for the dance-pop season ahead.
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