Frankie & the Heartstrings | Pop review

The Leadmill, SheffieldThe mark of natural stardom is the ability to give a command performance when there is hardly anybody to see it. In front of a half-empty venue, singer Frankie Francis runs his hands through his Morrissey-style quiff, closes his eyes in concentration, leaps off the stage to sing to the bar and gyrates his bottom with such alarming ferocity it almost knocks the keyboard from the stage. He is a ready-made pop star, just waiting for an audience, and certainly seems to have th...

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