He came, he saw, he sang a whole lot of weepy adult contemporary numbers. But in the end, Trevin Hunte — who once reigned as season 3’s no-brainer frontrunner — couldn’t croon his way into a spot in next week’s finals. Judging purely by the comments Trevin garnered from the coaches, this is sort of a shocker; over the weeks, we’ve gotten used to seeing Adam, Christina, Blake and Cee Lo stop just short of naming the kid a musical messiah. (Remember when Cee Lo asked for a moment of silence, “to mourn the loss of all the other competition”?)
In recent weeks, though, Trevin’s star has dimmed. “Walking on Sunshine” aside, his song choices have been safe — to say the least — and entirely within the same power ballad wheelhouse. The final nail in the boring, boring coffin came during the semifinal performances: Anyone who wasn’t even born when Beaches was released has no business dusting off “Wind Beneath My Wings” for a TV talent competition in 2012. (Oh God, suddenly I’m reminded of my own mortality.) And after Terry, Cassadee, and Nicholas all gave demonstrably stronger performances than Trevin last night, his semifinal elimination seemed a foregone conclusion.
But don’t worry, Trevin — there’s hope! As Christina pointed out before his fate was sealed, those who lose reality show singing competitions have the potential to become the next Jennifer Hudson, or the next Queen Xtina. And if nothing else, Trevin is sure to pop up on the show next season, plugging his new album (We Need to Talk About Trevin?) and performing a ballad that’s slightly different from the others because no VH1 Diva has sung it before.
That’s what happened tonight, when season 2 runners up Juliet Simms, Raelynn, and Chris Mann all showed up to familiarize us with their new singles. (Tony Lucca was in the house as well, albeit relegated to the Sprint Skybox. Did Christina take out a restraining order against him or something?) And while it was nice to see these old favorites back in the Voicebox, the performances themselves were a decidedly mixed bag. Juliet’s “Wild Child,” for instance, is sort of a tuneless mess that barely shows off the rocker’s signature snarl. Instead of listening to it, I recommend putting “Oh! Darling” on an endless loop. The Lea Michele hair is totally working for her, though.
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