Page 85 of Going Solo (The Brent Boys #2)

COMMENT

The Last Hallelujah: Why we won’t miss “Make Me a Pop Star”

If all good things must come to an end, then so, presumably, must all rubbish. Finally, after polluting our airwaves for 17 years, Channel Three has pulled the plug on the toxic cavalcade of shattered dreams that was “Make Me a Pop Star.”

It may have given the world some of the biggest names in music, but it also humiliated innocents, exploited the vulnerable and forced us to listen to depressed teenagers sing “Hallelujah” more times than human endurance can bear. For that alone, it should be fired out of a cannon, directly into the sun, where it can burn for a million years in a billion nuclear explosions. The boil has been lanced, the cancer has been cut out. The downfall of Felicity Quant’s toxic empire was a long time coming, but at last we are all free.

Nothing can stop the rivers of cash that flow into the pockets of Quant’s famous miniskirts—she owns too much of our music industry for that. But the scandal that surrounds her means her brand is now as publicly toxic as it has been privately toxic for many years. If that’s enough to stop more talented young hopefuls wasting their best years being milked dry to the point of desiccation by Quant’s plastic pop factory, then perhaps, one last time, we should all sing “Hallelujah”?