Can’t ugly people sing? You’d think not if you survived on a diet of MTV and pulp radio. It seems these days in order to ensure your place in the musical limelight, you need to slap on the make-up, whip of your clobber and pout like a porn-queen. At that stage it really doesn’t matter if you can sing or if you can’t because no one is really listening anyway, there simply goggling your jiggly bits (which hopefully don’t have excess jiggle).

Anastasia, Kylie, Madonna, Christina Augiuarialiarioai (or however it is you say her name), and loads of others have been patching into that old adage that ‘sex sells’. But can they really sing? Well, yes. But are they where they are simply because they have a great butt or nice set of silicones? If they weren’t doing things to guitars that guitars weren’t invented for would someone else with less sex appeal and more talent be there instead?

There is plenty of evidence that this epidemic of hard bodied nearly naked (or completely naked) ‘singers’ is something new. In bygone years anyone with a good voice could release a record, because in truth you weren’t likely to know what they looked like because you would only ever hear them on the radio. The first you would ever see of them was when you bought their record, and even then only if they had a picture of themselves it. At this point they could be as ugly as sin but you wouldn’t care because you were buying their music based upon nothing more than just that, the music.

Then MTV came along and spoiled everything for those with bad hair and double chins. Somehow it’s hard to imagine the likes of ‘Country Crunch’ in some Jacko style choreographed dance video, crutch thrusting their way into the top 40. With MTV came the need to have ‘an image’. And these days image is a big business. You can bet that Christina Awgoolmaleria didn’t come up with that ‘I’ll get my kit off’ idea all on her own. No sir! Someone somewhere is earning boat loads of money getting these pop stars naked. I’m not saying that the beautiful people have no talent and can’t sing. But wouldn’t it be good if there was a little less dross to sand to sift through before you found the gems.

Tonight I am going to Manchester to see one of music less beautiful people play live. No-one could say that my ‘chum’ Josh Ritter has his looks to thank for his success. A series of lucky breaks launched Josh to relative stardom, albeit not to the same heady altitudes of Christina Ooogliareailia. His latest record, Hello Starling, continues to enjoy critical acclaim around the world which he is now seeing thanks to it’s success.

They’ll be no Jacko style crutch thrusting, or shirt ripping moments. But the beer will be in full flow which will loosen up the vocal chords of those in attendance I’m sure. And should I feel that I am in need of the sight of flesh, there’s always MTV when I get back home.

Josh Ritter’s ‘Hello Starling’ on Amazon.com
Josh Ritter’s ‘Hello Starling’ on iTunes
Josh’s website
AUDIO : NPR reviews Josh Ritter’s music.