Well. Wow. Okay…
SYESHA MERCADO, B
I liked that it was Motownish, but it was a bit more like a backup singer than like Diana Ross. Pretty, but bland. Elegant.
CHIKEZIE, A+
Where the hell did that come from? A brilliant, new, never before heard arrangement. Risk factor extremely high. But he pulled it off with extraordinary showmanship. Loved the starting interpretation and the change-up.
RAMIELE MALUBAY, C+
A corpse with a pretty voice. The start was especially weak, and unnecessarily cheesy. Nothing memorable or remarkable about any of it. Boring.
JASON CASTRO, B
The weak falsetto is going to be his downfall. He should abandon it. The only person it has ever worked for was Joe Cocker. Other than that, the voice is nice, and like Pauler said, he does connect emotionally.
CARLY SMITHSON, A
Great voice. Great presence. Good interpretation and performance. A very camera friendly face in terms of expressions.
DAVID COOK, A-
Michael Stipe called, and he wants his grunge back. Actually, I liked the sort of REM interpretation. It was really what he had to do, and good on him for realizing it. In the end, it was all just a wee bit forced, but not a lot.
BROOKE WHITE, A-
A bit too nervous, but somehow that was endearing. The simplicity was called for, and good on her for realizing it. The country tint lent itself well to her Sinead-ish interpretation. I’m glad she didn’t screw with the melody.
DAVID HERNANDEZ, F
Godawful by every standard. A terrible interpretation. A bad performance. A mousy and hollow voice. He actually ruined a Beatles song. Not even karaoke quality. It was the drunk guy at spring break, singing just before he pukes his guts out.
AMANDA OVERMYER, B-
Underwhelming and predictable, to be honest. But still energetic and kinky enough to stand out. The problem with her is that she’s a Janis Joplin singer who doesn’t have Joplin’s vocal quality.
MICHAEL JOHNS, B+
I finally got to hear what I wanted, which was Michael doing a song in which he’s not mimicking the original singer. I thought it was quite pretty, and his voice was outstanding on certain notes in the mid-low register. The guy’s a balladeer, and that’s all he’s really going to be. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
KRISTY LEE COOK, C-
Blech. If you’re going to do country, you can’t do it with a cob up your ass. It was almost like an android singing, technically proficient but artistically dead. With her scant fan base, she can’t afford to be so ordinary.
DAVID ARCHULETA, D
Speaking of fan bases, David is lucky to have such a huge one. It wasn’t just the flubbed lyrics and the lackluster performance. It was the — dear God — admission that he didn’t know anything about the Beatles. It’s like an aspiring artist who cheerfully declares that he has never checked out the Renaissance painters. Wow.