Anyway, the review plays the comparison game with Kris and Adam and gives the edge to Adam as to who the "real American Idol" is.
The guy was all over the stage, prancing and preening in black leather, delivering a primal rock 'n' roll scream to Led Zeppelin's Whole Lotta Love that would have shivered the timbers of old Robert Plant himself. Lambert then calmed down for a moment to get all weepy for Tears For Fears' Mad World before throwing himself into a sizzling duet with Allison Iraheta for Foghat's Slow Ride. To top it all off, he closed with a pelvic-driven David Bowie medley.
Now, that's a hard act to follow. When Allen took centre stage, standing alone with an acoustic guitar in his hand, he looked like a dear caught in the head lights. The audience's ears were still burning from Lambert's unabashed declaration -- "gonna give you every inch of my love."
Still, he carried himself well as he started into Kanye West's Heartless, the song that won him the Idol crown. But it was no Whole Lotta Love. Allen fared better with The Killers' All These Things That I've Done and its "I got soul but I'm not a soldier" chorus. He even pulled off a nice electric guitar solo in the middle of Matchbox 20's Bright Lights. And, of course, the audience couldn't resist singing along with his closer, Hey Jude. How could anyone?
Allen was great. But he lacked that freakish edge that Lambert attaches to everything he does. Which is why, when the two Idols get their albums released this fall, it'll be Lambert we remember, not Allen.
That last paragraph is a bit asinine. First of all, I don't like the use of the word "we" in the last sentence. He does not speak for everyone. And does he seriously think that the only music people are buying are from acts with "freakish edge"? Um, hardly.