In talent agencies across the globe there’s a little map of Australia with a sign on it that reads: when you start sounding crap, head down under.
How else can you explain the nasty little import habit we’ve developed over the last five years, acquiring D grade celebrities from the UK and fobbing them off as superstars.
Exhibit A: Brian McFadden. Exhibit B: Mel B. Exhibit C: Seal.
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For the last three weeks there has been a strong sense that unless you were performing some sort of essential service at 7.30pm on a Monday night you were watching The Voice.
The ratings were mega. The love for the judges (well, the male judges) was overflowing. The talent was dazzling. And people who’d sworn off television talent shows were drawn back in.
Anticipation for last night’s first live show was frenzied. More than 2 million of us tuned in. And then the wheels fell off. Perhaps the charm and talent which had set The Voice apart from its competitors was the product of slick editing. Or maybe it’s the vagaries of live television.
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UH-OH. You looked into Seal’s eyes, didn’t you. Rookie mistake.
It’s OK, you’re not alone. On Sunday night, while pretending to read my iPad, I noticed The Voice on in the background. It wasn’t long before the background became the foreground, and I regressed into a teenage girl.
On Monday, I accidentally emailed this confession to the entire News Limited online network, after a video explaining how The Voice operates was prepared by a news.com.au journalist:
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