NZ's Got Talent: Vein of talent among wombles
OPINION: We almost had a Susan Boyle moment in round one of NZGT last night.
It didn't happen when a chef from Albany, James Lee, with braces on his teeth, walked on stage.
But it did when he opened his octaves full bore. Wow, it was an Asian rocker, every bit as slick as Psy, the Gangnam-style Korean guy.
Lee conquered the 1982 tune, Run To The Hills, by heavy metallers Iron Maiden.
So forget the next dozen episodes; this could be it because Lee did it with such ease.
But among the eccentric wombles was a vein of talent. A few wombles did get through because judge Rachel Hunter was allergic to her X button.
Those who were cute, polite or induced a teary reaction in the judges, but were low in the talent stakes, survived. Too often Rachel was left with the casting ballot and she didn't have a "No" in her.
However, there is a fine new judge, Cris Judd, who has replaced UB40's Ali Campbell.
Judd passed muster as a dead ringer for Andre Agassi and he has the racketeer's velvet voice. He danced for Michael Jackson for three years and for nine months was hitched to Jennifer Lopez.
Judd could see the talent in Auckland's Identity Dance Crew, who had the beat and the moves. Hardly surprising when a quick Google revealed they had won silver at the world hip-hop championships in Las Vegas this year.
The tears flowed last night - and no-one even died. The dad of folksy guitarist Jenny Mitchell from Gore got all teary when she easily hit the top notes of the Dixie Chicks' Godspeed.
She could have been going on 24 but then told us she was 14. She was another "wow" from me.
It would've taken brave judges to punch three red buttons when 10-year-old Oceana Olsen fronted. Not because her voice was much chop but her bones don't grow like other people and bravely had a go.
Ten-year-old Michael Jackson lookalike, Ethan Scharneck from Te Puru, north of Thames, even had Jackson's ringlets.
Unusual voices sometimes make it in showbiz and a very happy Bunnings meet-and-greet man, Siuleo Vitale, belted out My, My, My Delilah in a powerful voice routed through his nasals.
Bill Watson, 83, was the driest of magicians, so much so he whipped a plastic chook out of a pot and then shot a plastic snake. He too should have been shot off the set but Rachel loved his ears.
- © Fairfax NZ News
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