Yes INXS has sold out, but not in the same way they used to. No longer packing arenas, the group’s surviving members (A.K.A the ones no one knows) have begun a nationwide televised search for their new front (wo)man, to replace Michael Hutchence, who in 1997 died in a Sydney hotel room while preparing for their 20th anniversary tour. Man that would have been awesome, seeing INXS original members come together one last time for a 20th anniversary tour, hearing NEW SENSATION or DEVIL INSIDE!!! Man I love those songs!!! But alas, Hutchence’s death ended all chances of that. If only I could hear those songs again. If only there was some way to hear someone else sing his songs, with original vocal backings and music….
That’s right! In what amounts to celebrity-making INXS-themed karaoke, CBS will be broadcasting the quest for the next front (wo)man of a rock band who should have died with its original front man. This isn’t like switching a Darren on us, or bringing in a new old chick to replace the old old chick who died on Night Court. This is like going to Vegas and seeing an Elvis look-alike and being told it’s just as good.
In the opening scene of the show, the surviving band members stand over Hutchence’s grave and reminisce about the good ol’ days. They then unzip their pants and proceed to piss all over the tombstone. Don’t misunderstand me, Hutchence was not saint. I mean, that asshole named his daughter “Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily” which, even at 15 months of age at the time, puts her at the top of my list of suspects in Hutchence’s death.
My point is, you can’t simply replace greats. If INXS wants to form a new band and hold auditions for a singer, fantastic, but to keep the name INXS when all those wash-ups had little to do with the bands’ initial success….that’s just selling out, and not in the cool “we’ve made it in the industry” sellout, but in the “please don’t forget us, I have a lot of child support to pay” kinda pathetic F-up sellout.
I have no intention of watching this crap, even if the nation finds it as gripping as boxers ballroom dancing, and the ratings go through the roof, out of respect for the memory of rock ‘n’ roll, I absolutely will not watch.
And to Andrew, Kirk, Tom, Gerry and Jon,
Shame on you guys; be rock legends and let crap like this go to â€˜NSYNC’ers of the world.
Someone needed to say it.