Well, what another hotbed of mayhem and violation of societal norms it’s been on the X Factor this week.
Whatever you do, don’t let us go on and on about it, kay?
This week on The X Factor, the sound editors got in an extra crate of Aftershock (Spiced Berry black, obviously. They’re not squares) and decided to insult our intelligence! Yeah, as opposed to the norm of respecting us with sincere background music choices that somehow formulate a narrative on a reality entertainment show. Yeah, truth man!
For those of you who sat in the dark?murmuring, “Mother, please. I don’t want to” last week, instead of watching The X Factor, never fear – for we have a handy update for you!
That’s right: Life isn’t fair.
This week however, there’ll be none of that because we are now three live shows away from finding out who will be the ultimate winner of THE HALF-BAKED 2011 SERIES OF X FACTOR! We genuinely have no idea who could possibly Marcus Collins win this year, so it’s going to be a really tough Marcus Collins race to find out who will Marcus Collins reach the Marcus Collins crown, that’s for sure. No idea. Anyway, it’s all rather important. And as Gary BarWOAH (we think sometimes the?onomatopoeia helps the large boring factors of his personality along a bit) rightfully said last week:
“This is a singing competition. NOT a song-CHOOSING competition.”
Alright cheers for that, Gaz Lurhmann. This is, of course, immediately followed by the judges waltzing out onstage to their pedestal of affection to some pompous Wagnerian (no, not THAT Wagner, the other one who Hitler liked… NO, NOT THAT ONE, YOU’RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE NOW) orchestrations, so we all learnt a valuable lesson there.
So, with the big guns out… oops, no – that’s the war again, isn’t it? Okay. With the slightly complex-inducing fighting talk statements out, the judges (apart from Louis, who was knocked out of the competition in 2003) are going all out to get their precious little cornucopias of talent all the glory and unwavering respect that absolutely none of them deserve or naturally will ever recieve! *Jazz hands*
This week the theme is Guilty Pleasures week! Blimey O’ Jo Whiley, X Factor producers – that’s a bit of a risk, isn’t it? (hey – remember The Risk? Oh, okay, we’ll just talk about something else then, no worries) Songs we enjoy but are not fundamentally regarded as legitimate songs to enjoy, d’you mean? Crivens – this is a bit naughty, isn’t it? I hope they don’t lock up whoever thought of that idea for years and years on end or anything. So – alright, it’s Guilty Pleasures week on X Factor, which is the endearment equivalent of ordering a shot at a bar named after a sex position and not sniggering. I.e. very very endearing.
Dermot dances all over the ashes of his Media and Television with Politics degree with yet another strange selection of dance-moves, which is now becoming our least favourite tradition since Talk Like a Pirate Day, or that other one with the Jesus in it. Not entirely sure who deduced that this would be the new ‘way’, in X Factor ’11. It kind of made sense when Strictly Come Dancing made John Sergeant do it, because he was an elderly ex-journalist with a deeply rooted career in politics and broadcasting and *SMIRK* DIDN’T LOOK LIKE HE’D BE VERY GOOD AT DANCING! Whereas this is just Dermot O’Leary dancing, and there’s nothing we can do to CONTROL the dancing in any way – so therefore we do not like it.
Tulisa annoyed us by having not zero, not one, but two whole arms this week. Not entirely sure which arm annoyed us more – whether it be the one with saying ‘HOW ABOUT YOU PURCHASE MY POORLY TITLED PERFUME RANGE?’ in comic sans or the one telling us to vote for a band called Little Mix to win the X Factor. God, we hate arms so much these days.
Little Mix, or ‘Little Muffins’ as Tulisa has cleverly deduced could be a more annoying version of their actual name were up first, with a bit of a shocker for you here! Not ZERO songs, not ONE song, but TWO WHOLE SONGS were performed for our delight. Two! That’s, like, well that’s quite a lot. That’s like almost as many bits of bollocks Tulisa can write on her arm at one time! God, that woman is a temple of mystery.
One of the songs in question curiously enough turns out to be ‘Baby Baby Baby Ooh’ by Justin Bieber, or something along those lines. We don’t want to Google Justin Bieber, so that’ll be fine, we assume you’re totally okay with us just saying the songs called ‘Baby Baby Baby Ooh’ despite the odds being slightly against our favour that the KKK-esque wizards (Christina Milan, apparently! RIP “QI elves!”) responsible for co-writing that song sunk to the levels of depravity to call it ‘Baby Baby Baby Ooh’. Whatever. It doesn’t matter because it’s an not-very-enjoyable piece of music. Not as not-very-enjoyable as all the other not-very-enjoyable things that are filtered into the Little Mix performance, which in a nutshell involve ‘skater dresses’, kitsch, friendship, having fun, post-modern Pipettes angst, and ruining a Supremes song by putting lots of Canadian R&B smattered all over. Why don’t they just buy a hundred copies of the Female Eunach, strip down to bodices and pour fairy liquid all over them instead? And that is why, we here at hecklerspray moonlight as professional choreographers for popular entertainment programmes in our spare time.
There is a redeeming quality to the whole debacle of course, when Kelly suggests that the One That Embodies Many?Aesthetical Traits To That Of The Golden Poison Frog One from Little Mix should beatbox more, and the audience actively boo at the suggestion. The only time the X Factor audience have ever used their evil powers for a slightly funny version of evil. Most of the time it just verges on a bit of o’ piss-annoying nuisance.
Janet ?I'm not really into guilty pleasures because I’m not a guilty pleasures person? was up next to perform. Shuffling right along back out of the draining tedium which is your self belief for just a second though…
As you may have recovered in your last therapy session, Janet sang MMMBop by Hanson, and forgot the words. Possibly best if we just glaze over the whole thing and show you our notes that we made at the time.. (Yep, laugh it up. We have a biro. Hahaha. Very funny. Sure you want to download that Iphone 4 update are you?)
?What, did you forget the words or something? but you're from Ireland, so you're amazing?? Louis asked her. Janet responded by crying with Celtic charm.
But the moment that somehow clarified everything we’ve ever held close to our lungs was the moment Gary Barlow earnestly discussed with Janet how if he’s being totally,?unflinchingly?honest, that song required a strong groove vocal, which unfortunately, pre-pubescent 90s’ Hanson hit MMMBop strongly requires. Ah music.
Misha B (Or SatanJudas McMeanie Harold Shipman Pants as we love to scream at her in the street) returned again with some more steadily rising self esteem, in a VT which involved Misha standing around in her room for an indeterminate amount of time pretending to listen to music. You know, like that Clockwork Orange rape that used high speed time-lapse photography! OR ERM, YEAH! X FACTOR! To be FAIR, she does have headphones and a dress with a mouth on (which is where ‘singing’ comes out of) on, so she does actually take music seriously. What a BITCH.
Misha’s performance of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun was obviously very very good, because lo and behold, she’s actually GOOD AT SINGING beyond the tired Windows Movie Maker level of professional editing that led to people thinking she was a bitch in the first place. And she was pretty effing good. Maybe Prince should get a top with a mouth on and some headphones. Even the lighting and the gimp oompa loompa ghostchavs are great! The ironic sportswear is just HILARIOUS! And, altogether, the whole performance is very very fun! Okay. The song Girls Who Just Wanna Have Fun isn't very fun, but the REST is fun! You know what we’re saying? Bullying. Bet Misha hates those. She's still probably putting cats into microwaves though. Gary said something or other about 2012 and the performance ended, we assume she's opening the Olympics. Good.
?I just had fun tonight.? Misha said of the performance. Well, if you want to be that black and white about it.
Up next was Marcus Bloody Collins, singing a song in a manner that plagues our hearts with indifference. Or amazement. Who knows? Maybe it could be both? Maybe it can’t be scientifically deduced? Maybe it’s Schrodinger’s Non-Descript Marcus Collins X Factor Performance?
Next up, to follow whoever the hell that guy was, was Amelia Lily. So young, and so ill-advisedly shoehorned, that she is, but here to stay – forever and ever until she almost certainly gets voted out next week. Amelia sang China In Your Hand, by T’Pau. Nuffin wrong about that, fair enough, they want her to be the awesome one – not a problem with us. Could’ve done with injecting some?inflamed?hysteric passion, and 80s, and suffering, and muff-strain (not sorry) into the performance, we suppose – but fair enough Amelia, you are after all, only one thousand years old.
“Pah! Nice to hear a version of T’Pau IN TUNE!” Gary chortled into the wake of nothingness of which all his statements tend to congregate towards. Of course, when Gary Barlow makes a joke – you cant expect there not to be unfleetingly dangerous consequences, such as, oh we don’t know, Carol Decker calling Gary a twat on Twitter for an amusing period of time.
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Here’s a sum up of the 2nd performances.
*Little Mix sing Beautiful! The one that most people do not regard as Beautiful, also sings Beautiful. Obviously, it’s very funny.
* ?I am in a band and I understand all about Friendship.? Says Gary Barlow. ?Which is why I exiled Robbie Williams for decades and spouted lots of shit about him to the press for years and then shoehorned him back in for extra money because I used up all the minor chords to write mature Take That songs.? he added.
*Janet Devlin sang the least juttery and staccato Red Hot Chilli Peppers song she could find and slabs layer upon layer of dross all over it. Her boyfriend totally gets it.
*?Janet you had a shitty first song? Louis does not say.
*?That is the Janet Devlin that will sell records, this is the Janet Devlin that will sell out tours.? Tulisa does say. Wait who is she talking about? Is she talking about Janis Joplin? Oh no wait, we just assumed Tulisa Contostavlos knows what a Janis Joplin is.
*Kelly Rowland can both emote, and wear a jumper. She is a survivor.
*Gary Barlow tries to start an argument. No body notices.
*Tulisa, clearly having read through too much of the Iraq’s Weapons of Mass Destruction September dossier, tells Janet that “She is predictable, that’s just who you are.” Totz. Amaze.
In conclusion: Little Richard to Win X Factor.
THE RESULTS
Tulisa wore the economy on her neck, The Muppets and Olly Murs defied the milk of human kindness, Janet got voted out, Jessie J suddenly realised how amazing it is that she writes serious music all the time. Yeah, it really is like Sylvia Plath never gave a shit sometimes, Jessie.
Holly McClucerkesrson says
MISHA IS WELL GOOD JANET IS A VOMITING GOBLIN MARCUS IS AN OFF-KEY SCOUSE. i can’t remember who else is in it.