OPINION: Think of Pavarotti strumming on a guitar singing like Joe Cocker and you had one part of Swamp Thing in episode 5 last night.
This was Tauranga's Grant Haua who with Michael Barker from Rotorua looked like a couple of drifters out of a dark Clint Eastwood western.
They belted out heavy power blues and it sounded great. But these two were no buskers; Barker had been the touring drummer with Split Enz. So don't expect the best of these NZGT entrants to be straight off the weeds.
The same applies to smooth dude Geordie Meade who sang and played piano in much the way Elton John does. In his spare time, Meade is lead singer with the Auckland band November Zulu.
Better these semi-pros than the gaggle of moon-walking Michael Jackson whippersnappers last night and those teeny-weeny ballerinas being shoved out on stage by their pushy mamas.
It seemed no matter how dreadful, they all elicited yes, yes, yes from the dippy judges.
That will make no odds because for a great chunk of the yesses, it will be no.
We have already been tipped off that the songbird from the Solomons, Grace Andrew last week, has been scratched.
A busker did it for me last night, Charley Saman, 22. He blew some sort of tiny apparatus which sounded like a didgeridoo and then like the call of the red-vented bulbul.
A group resembling Ku Klux Klansmen wore air-conditioning ducts and other surplus junk obviously from the Gravity film set. They didn't have an act, but got yessed when they should have been been towed off to a wrecker's yard.
A troop of hillbillies flounced in from the New Plymouth Country Square Dance Club who should only ever dance behind the closed doors of a woolshed.
A bubbly, auburn, doggone sweet lil American gal from Nelson with a gat who does gigs had us all captivated. Gabriella Atkinson, 13, had the voice too, but rather munted Imagine. Why can't they sing it as John Lennon intended?
Being blind, Auckland 17-year-old Natalie Te Paa was always going to get a string of absolutelys from soppy Rachel. Like Stevie Wonder, she bravely sang and played piano and just needed Stevie's shades to complete the act.
Mentalist Stephen Taputoro read Cris Judd, the judge's mind as you would expect for a corporate magician up Auckland way. But could an illusionist win this thing against all the canaries?
Gutsiest last night was singing tutor Alison Cormack who described her hormonal obesity. When she sang You'll Never Walk Alone, it was only her voice that anyone noticed.
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