Congratulations to ‘Sons of Pitches‘, the brilliant winners of The Naked Choir. The TV contest pushed its contestants on to the highest artistic possibilities of the human voice in song.
It perhaps opened the ears of a young generation who have grown up with that phoney recording studio enhancer, the auto-tune.
The Naked Choir
On the BBC’s own website presenter Gareth Malone claims that the programme’s appeal doesn’t need sexing up for television. So why the saucy name?
When I first saw that the show was called ‘The Naked Choir’ I thought it was a new variation on Channel 4’s ‘How to Look Good Naked’.
Gok Wan persuading gullible choristers that going au naturel improves the voice. Or perhaps that singing while freezing cold can raise a baritone into a tenor.
My imagination wandered to the possibility of the Denbigh and District Male Voice Choir following in the bare footprints of the The Rylstone and District Women’s Institute’s 2000 calendar and putting their harmonies together in the altogether.
I could see Greg Wallace paraphrasing his impassioned catch phrase from the opening titles of MasterChef ‘Singing doesn’t get buffer than this!’
And the camp Italian judge from Strictly Come Dancing tweaking his name to Bruno Tonsils. The raven haired Claudia, who’d need no adjustment to her surname ‘Winkleman’ for comic effect.
I explored some alternative names for the show: The Great British Take Off, The Antiques Disrobed Show, The Triple-X Factor.
The Naked Choir Contestants were Clothed
But to my relief The Naked Choir contestants were clothed. Despite the ‘no sexing-up’ promise, Malone had hyped his show in the way of Jamie Oliver’s The Naked Chef.
Just as the cook didn’t risk injury while slicing the salami or cracking the nuts, there were, thank heaven, no erroneous metronomes swinging in time to the music. And just as well.
I can now look forward to the next series with no trepidation.