American Idol went back to the '80s Wednesday night, with the Top 8 finalists performing song selections from music's most fluorescent decade — despite the fact that none of the contestants were alive in the 1980s. (Think about that for a second. Feel old yet?) They get help from a nearly unrecognizable David Cook, who returns to the Idol stage this week to act as a mentor.
We get our first elimination of the night fairly early, when judge Keith Urban opts to ditch his bitchin' mullet ("sixty thousand dollars' worth of hair extensions," quips his co-panelist Harry Connick, Jr.) within the first five minutes of the show.
With the judges having used their only save on Sam Woolf last week, someone will definitely be going home on Thursday night. So, how did the Top 8 do? Let's get to the performances:
American Idol went "Back to the Start" Wednesday, tasking the Top 8 finalists with performing the song that they auditioned with — as well as pairing them up to perform duets. (Eesh, hold on to your hats.)
Let's follow Ryan Seacrest's lead and get right into the songs!
It's finally here! At long last, the programming gods have bestowed a 30-minute Thursday results show on American Idol viewers.
The result? While thankfully brief, the truncated episode felt, dare we say, a little rushed? Ryan Seacrest switches things up a bit this week, and within the first 10 minutes reveals which contestants are safe via the big screen. And the results are:
This week the Top 9 sang with the band on stage with them (as opposed to just near them?) in hopes that the energy will help their (thus far) tepid performances.
Before the live shows even began on American Idol, MK Nobilette had already made headlines for being the show's first openly gay contestant to make it past the early rounds.
"I'm very obviously gay," Nobilette told judges Keith Urban, Jennifer Lopez and Harry Connick, Jr., shortly before she was ushered into the Top 30. And with those words, the frequent "are-they-or-aren't-they" aura that has pervaded Idol for 13 seasons, from Clay Aiken to Adam Lambert, was... if not shattered, at least dented a little.