Had to write about this grotesque freakshow. At my Mums so nothing much to watch on TV.
I've just have the bad luck to turn on the horrorshow that is American Idol. Panel consists of one dehydrated sea turtle (Steven Tyler) one smug cartoon toad (Randy 'DAAAAWWWG' Jackson) with a Malteser for a head and one frozen robo-female (Ryan Seacrest...I joke,I joke).
The contestants come out grinning with glazed eyes like their full of opiates, miming to some horrific Michael Jackson medley, desperately trying to compensate by eyeing the camera up sluttily for the painful attention-demanding vocal riffs that the pre-recorded track does not allow them to scream. Shame really because the frenzied battle of who could sing the loudest or most audacious run of notes inspired such levels of cringe in me that it often forced me to turn off.
Adam Lambert was introduced by tiny mole-man Ryan Seacrest as mid-show 'entertainment' and the true heinous nature of the programme dawned on me. Its self-perpetuation means that potentially, this show could renew itself forever. A new judging panel here, a shake up of the format there, all supported by thrusting the artists that didnt win (strange thought, I thought winning was the point?) upon the audience in arrogant self justification. Its like a self multiplying bacterium, festering on the audience infecting all aspects of their media consuption. AI tours, AI on the radio, AI on the TV etc.
Adam Lambert sounded like like someone was squeezing his ballsack as his 'performance' (screaming) went on. Excruciating is an understatement. Adam advised after his song that the proceeds from the remix of his single (Why just the remix? Stingy bastard.) were to be dontated to the charity behind the 'It Gets Better' campaign. Adam, if you're reading this, I sincerely hope it does get better. Nice cause and all but how about next time you do us all a favour and do a sponsored silence?
Anyway. Point is, we're all doomed.
I've just have the bad luck to turn on the horrorshow that is American Idol. Panel consists of one dehydrated sea turtle (Steven Tyler) one smug cartoon toad (Randy 'DAAAAWWWG' Jackson) with a Malteser for a head and one frozen robo-female (Ryan Seacrest...I joke,I joke).
The contestants come out grinning with glazed eyes like their full of opiates, miming to some horrific Michael Jackson medley, desperately trying to compensate by eyeing the camera up sluttily for the painful attention-demanding vocal riffs that the pre-recorded track does not allow them to scream. Shame really because the frenzied battle of who could sing the loudest or most audacious run of notes inspired such levels of cringe in me that it often forced me to turn off.
Adam Lambert was introduced by tiny mole-man Ryan Seacrest as mid-show 'entertainment' and the true heinous nature of the programme dawned on me. Its self-perpetuation means that potentially, this show could renew itself forever. A new judging panel here, a shake up of the format there, all supported by thrusting the artists that didnt win (strange thought, I thought winning was the point?) upon the audience in arrogant self justification. Its like a self multiplying bacterium, festering on the audience infecting all aspects of their media consuption. AI tours, AI on the radio, AI on the TV etc.
Adam Lambert sounded like like someone was squeezing his ballsack as his 'performance' (screaming) went on. Excruciating is an understatement. Adam advised after his song that the proceeds from the remix of his single (Why just the remix? Stingy bastard.) were to be dontated to the charity behind the 'It Gets Better' campaign. Adam, if you're reading this, I sincerely hope it does get better. Nice cause and all but how about next time you do us all a favour and do a sponsored silence?
Anyway. Point is, we're all doomed.
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