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I've watched only an episode-and-a-half of
The Voice, NBC's new prime-time singing competition, and I don't think I've ever seen a full episode of
America's Next Semi-Talented Matinee Idol or whatever it's called. Still, I'm writing this because
NBCUniversal paid me I've been forced to sheepishly admit that
The Voice is awesome. (If you're wondering where on the critical spectrum I fall, I think
Smash, the network's other aggressively hyped Monday-night singfest, is sharp and pretty, but I can't quite stomach the repackaged
Glee-ness.)
As you probably learned by going anywhere near a television in the weeks leading up to the post-Super-Bowl premiere of the second season (like the swamp ape, the first season is sometimes discussed but may not actually exist).
Here's how the show works. Christina Aguilera in a low-cut dress, Blake Shelton in a tux vest, Cee-Lo Green in big sunglasses, and that one guy from Maroon 5 sit in big spaceship chairs that are turned away from the stage while they listen to "blind" auditions. If they like the voice they hear, they push a big red button and spin around to try to woo the singer to their team. In later episodes, they'll coach them or something, and we can all hope that doesn't suck.
I have a feeling some other jaded city-dwelling intellectual types are enjoying this show, and for good reason. I'll elaborate after the jump.
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