'Spinal Tap first; Puppet Show Last'
There is another circle of hell that Dante forgot to mention - it's called Rock Star: Supernova.
And once again, the neighbourhood is gearing up to enter. I think they're still disappointed that someone got to be the lead singer of INXS via the equivalent of a bingo hall draw.
The cable TV station's pride and joy, containing all new, half–baked, ill–conceived, mediocre tour de force cavalcades of borderline burlesque - claiming to be reaching yet another height of all things called 'popular music' is in 'reality' a tawdry, witless imitation of the tragic bar-room bawlings of the mad, bad and sad to observe.
One may claim to hate the Japanese for whatever pathetically racist reason you may desire but sure enough, they will never really be able to apologise enough for allowing Karaoke to encourage the tone-deaf to think that they have the right to assail our ears in public.
In fact, if one is a plebeian with an IQ bettered by that of a tree or a regular viewer of evening television on the commercial stations, you are sure to find it an absolute laugh riot.
Watch the incredible versatility and talent of the show's stars, a producer, a clapped-out and a talent agent! With revolving door routines such as competition judges, mentors and nannies, pushing the mewling rampaging wretches who somehow have the motor function to get through the door to the panel room! Yet somehow not the cerebral cortex functions to understand that their respective families were HUMOURING them when they said that they should enter with their singing skills!
Laugh? I could have committed an amateur appendectomy with the Lean Cuisine complimentary cutlery and got more yuks per dissection of the performance.
Yeah.
One might look upon Gentileschi's 'The Mocking of the Christ' as a poor comparison to da Caravaggio's 'Crowning with Thorns', in terms of technical acumen that borders on the facile in comparison to the harsh angles and terror evoked in the later.
You could even say to me that Robinson’s Impressionist style fails to live up to the heights of Monet's realistic interpretation of nature.
But don't tell me that this sort of talent show turd is worthy of 3.4 million dollars of advertising and 10 million in revenue gained from selling the t-shirts and album rights.
...
Me?
I flunked out during the first round when they didn't think a rendition of 'Lick My Love Pump' accompanied on the spoons was suitable television viewing.
"Well, there's a cosy ten minutes."
And once again, the neighbourhood is gearing up to enter. I think they're still disappointed that someone got to be the lead singer of INXS via the equivalent of a bingo hall draw.
The cable TV station's pride and joy, containing all new, half–baked, ill–conceived, mediocre tour de force cavalcades of borderline burlesque - claiming to be reaching yet another height of all things called 'popular music' is in 'reality' a tawdry, witless imitation of the tragic bar-room bawlings of the mad, bad and sad to observe.
One may claim to hate the Japanese for whatever pathetically racist reason you may desire but sure enough, they will never really be able to apologise enough for allowing Karaoke to encourage the tone-deaf to think that they have the right to assail our ears in public.
In fact, if one is a plebeian with an IQ bettered by that of a tree or a regular viewer of evening television on the commercial stations, you are sure to find it an absolute laugh riot.
Watch the incredible versatility and talent of the show's stars, a producer, a clapped-out and a talent agent! With revolving door routines such as competition judges, mentors and nannies, pushing the mewling rampaging wretches who somehow have the motor function to get through the door to the panel room! Yet somehow not the cerebral cortex functions to understand that their respective families were HUMOURING them when they said that they should enter with their singing skills!
Laugh? I could have committed an amateur appendectomy with the Lean Cuisine complimentary cutlery and got more yuks per dissection of the performance.
Yeah.
One might look upon Gentileschi's 'The Mocking of the Christ' as a poor comparison to da Caravaggio's 'Crowning with Thorns', in terms of technical acumen that borders on the facile in comparison to the harsh angles and terror evoked in the later.
You could even say to me that Robinson’s Impressionist style fails to live up to the heights of Monet's realistic interpretation of nature.
But don't tell me that this sort of talent show turd is worthy of 3.4 million dollars of advertising and 10 million in revenue gained from selling the t-shirts and album rights.
...
Me?
I flunked out during the first round when they didn't think a rendition of 'Lick My Love Pump' accompanied on the spoons was suitable television viewing.
"Well, there's a cosy ten minutes."
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