Up until last weekend my Saturday night gogglebox treat was Auntie Beeb’s The Voice.
I loved the blind auditions, where mentors will.i.am, Jesse J, Tom Jones and Danny O’Donoghue sat with their backs to the singer on the stage and only judged them on their voices, not their size or looks.
Rather a refreshing concept in a music industry that is full of pretty pop moppets that can’t sing.
After choosing their teams, there were the ‘battle’ sing-offs in a boxing ring-style stage. But then last Saturday, with each judge now with a team of five singers to eventually whittle down to one, The Voice became a pale imitation of The X Factor. A bit dullsville dear.
Though I just might tune in again, as I’m rather partial to will.i.am from the Black Eyed Peas. He’s dope (that means good in will.i.am-speak).