This item was published on Sunday April 22, after The Voice UK’s Battle Round . . .
WE’D been wondering how The Voice UK would pan out, once the blind auditions were out of the way.
And the moment the show moved on to its next round – the, er, Battle Phase – we had our answer.
In what was undoubtedly a TV first, what we had on our hands instead was a screeching contest.
Each mentor paired up a couple of his or her team members and got them to do a duet in front of the studio audience.
“Screech!” one contestant would go, the moment the band struck up.
“Screeeeeech!” their rival would immediately reply.
“SCREEEEEEECH!!” was how the first contestant would then respond.
“SCREEEEEEEECH!!!” went contestant number two.
“Bleeding bloody blinking SCREEEECHING bloody flaming SCREEEEEEECH!!!!!” contestant number two would come back with, stubbornly refusing to be outyelled.
“Oh yeah?” number one would say. “Well, in that case, pal, I’ll SCREEEEEECH and I’ll SCREEEEEEECH and I’ll SCREEEEEEEEECH until my head explodes all over the stage – SO THERE!”
And so it went on.
Their mentor then faced the difficult decision as to which of these two should stay in the contest and which should be sent packing, based on who’d made the least hideous racket. Their fellow mentors, meanwhile, would go: “Gosh, I don’t envy you, there’s hardly anything to choose between them,” which was true in ways they probably didn’t mean.
When it came back to the mentor who was having to make the choice, the verdict then went, in almost every case, to the act that was most visually memorable – the posh bird with the big eyes who’s been in the papers, the lady who’s lost her hair, the lad who looks like a scary blond pixie, the fat speccy quiffy bloke who needs a good hard slap etc.
And so the unique selling point of The Voice UK – “hey, you guys, your looks don’t count, it’s how you sing that matters” – had pretty much been dropped at the first opportunity.
Still, it’ll continue being great fun, I don’t doubt.
Screeching is, after all, a deeply underrated talent and one for which the BBC has a public duty to provide showcases such as these.
For those still in contention, it’s now going to be a case of ‘practice, practice, practice’, seven days a week.
So, come on, guys – the nation is right behind you. We want to hear you screech like your life depended on it.
And if you’re struggling to hit those high squeals, why not drop a fridge-freezer on your foot or slam your fingers in the car door?
Trust me, you’ll be amazed by the results.
If you’d like further constructive advice of this kind, please don’t hestitate to get in touch.