Stars in their Eyes is an absolute blight on society, its unending legacy will forever be that audiences clap one line into every fricking song anyone will ever sing again.
I don’t know if I can possibly communicate the epic heights of annoyance which bubble up within my soul ready to explode catastrophically forth whenever a professional singer gets a validating ripple of applause from a sea of lolloping trolls whose only justifying reason for sitting there in the first place is a fastest finger first system of audience e-ticketing that rewards the unemployed.
I’ve been watching The Voice on BBC1 since its first few weeks, and I’m still not sure why. I’m a big fan of Sir Tom, so that was a draw, and I could sit at his feet for hours listening to stories of going to Elvis’s house in Hawaii and playing the guitar with him.
That said, I miss the meanness of X Factor and lament the fact that despite the whole format of The Voice intending to take away from the talent show culture of sob stories and photogenic 17-year-olds, we still have to sit through all that crap as the audience, even if the judges don’t. I think it would have been bolder to put the viewer in the same position as the judge and allow us to make a decision ourselves based just on the voice.
Also, I get annoyed because the audience claps one line in to every song. EVERY SONG.
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