#GuiltyPleasureConfessionals: The Sing-Off, A Cappella Singing, & How We Are Not Worthy

Singing as we’ve come to know is cool enough I guess. Prince was/is/will forever be the Song Gawd. The 60’s-90’s gave us some immortal hits. Drop any Dru Hill in right now & I’ma steal your spotlight & your thunder all while I Sisqo the whole place to ash with every the ad-libs he straight snatched from Jodeci’s K-Ci. But can I be honest for a minute? Can I keep it 100 emoji? Them shits may be obsolete. We done evolved and most people have no idea. Well you gone learn today. You gone get this work. Welcome to the world of The Sing-Off. Population: infinite swarms of a cappella singing groups.

As far as I’m concerned Take 6 really started this gangsta shit but we’ve come a long way. And The Sing-Off is like the School Of Gifted Youngsters of these fledgling vocal mutants. Understand: it’s one thing to to be able to sang… like with an a. It’s another thing to be able to drop them harmonies on someone & float their otherwise menial existence within about 50 miles of what we been taught is heaven. And yet it’s a whole new beast when you got three-part harmonies popping off while some mutant is in the background mimicking an 808 drop whilst covering a Kanye West that you somehow turn into sing-down-the-house slow burner. Have you seen such a defiant beast rise from the darkness in soft, non-threatening colors and edgy hair or costumes, executing choreography, laying face-first into the moment? I have. I’ve witnessed a group of former back-up singers named Ten snatch…