I will say this: Simon is so bipolar. Either he likes it when people refuse to compromise, or he doesn’t, but he needs to make up his effing mind. God, man! I think he’s on the rag or something.
It doesn’t sound like Kat is singing the same song as the backup singers. And she sounds like she’s singing in three different keys at once, and none of them are right. What in the name of all that is holy is going on tonight?
That’s the most goat-y I’ve ever heard Chris.
Katherine is wearing the exact opposite of an empire waisted dress tonight. She sings well, I just don’t like her style.
I heard it, too. He definitely sounded like an Ed Kowalczyk impersonator singing a Creed cover, which seriously just turned my brain inside out. I’m leaking gooze all over the living room. Think it’s time to stick my head in the oven. Too bad it’s electric. And broken.
He was overpowered a bit by the band, but he brought more than most of the performers tonight. Lackluster evening.
Ummmm, isn’t Paris a bit young to be singing about being unable to make to the bedroom? Least she’s managed to bring a high point to this evening of luke warm milk.
Huh … tonight Paris strikes me as sort of a Jennifer Hudson lite. Hell of a performance, but not a great job, vocally. Of course, it’s hard to sing properly when you keep swinging your head around like some kind of meth-addicted marionette.