Many thought Jon Anderson, Morrissey, Patrick Stump and Susanna Hoffs were bad - and they weren't even competing on a talent show. They were just performing to their abilities (or lack of them) for theÂ joy of it.
Now it seems people like singerÂ Diana Vickers, via a highly commercial enterprise, are succeeding through image and "originality" instead. Not that many celebrities don't, because that is there role. But, the realisation that talent is being utterly destroyed by entertainment is grossly apparent.
Vickers, a contestant on ITV1's The X-Factor, of which Simon Cowell is a judge, overwhelmed audiences with another wailing banshee show on Saturday evening.
Following last week's croaky choral display of Coldplay's Yellow, the 17 year old Blackburn born star caught the eye as usual for her outstanding looks and the choreography which surrounded her. But fundamental flaws rested with her consistently painful vocal.
Despite praise from fellow judges, Cheryl Cole, Danni Minogue and Louis Walsh, the young singer who had reportedly been wooing rival contestant, Eoghan Quinn, 16,Â according to The Sun,Â retained her hap hazard notation and screeching pitch whilst performing Take That's 2006 #1 hit, Patience.
The delivery failed to remotely resemble the huge hit which Gary Barlow and company offeredÂ the public. As part of "Take That night" on Saturday, the Lancashire lass succumbed to another Dolores O'Riordan (The Cranberries fame) style vocal which somehow wooed the judges.
But let's be realistic. She is surely not in the competition for her abhorrent singing ability, nauseating personality and tedious comments - which admittedly haunt most celebrities. Her looks and image fit perfectly with the current marketable pop music which is present in the mainstream. Whilst remnants of Kate Bush and Alison Goldfrapp's weirdness resound in Vickers, this is all she has to offer.
Moreover, the pure farce which is now the X-Factor, saw poor Vickers decline from participating in Mariah CareyÂ night through laryingitis two weeks earlier. Yet, according to last week'sÂ Daily Mirror, Vickers had been lunbgusting with fellow X-Factor mates only three days earlier, appearing fine and fully composed for the job ahead.
What was worse was that two evidently greater singers, Laura White and Ruth Lorenzo had to scrap out in the bottom two "Sing Off", despite performing far better than oneÂ anticipates Diana could haveÂ managed with a seemingly impossible Carey number. Whilst White was voted off the competition through the judges' decision, Vickers received a bye through to the next round.
In tennis, if you are unable to compete through injury or illness, you are removed from the competition. So, why was Diana allowed to continue in such a manner? Obviously X-Factor rules allow sympathy for dippy, untalented banshees?
While Diana marches on on to what will most probably be a successful title triumph as the winner of the X-Factor next month, many will question the code of the entertainment/talent show. With ITV and the BBC recently receiving criticism for their conduct regardingÂ phone-in scandals, possible rigging of votes and possible bias, will thisÂ now become the norm for supposed "talent" contests?
Admittedly, John Sergeant, who performed on the BBC talent show, Strictly Come Dancing, waltzed his way past fellow more capable contestants, yet pursued in the competition through popularity. Whilst Sergeant is an utter British gem and a superb ex-BBC political journalist, he is another who received acclaim and essential votes because of his character, rather than talent.
But whilst us, the joe public, continue to not only want to see our favourites succeed and also relent from using the phone to vote for our favourites - and why wouldn't you with the charging rates - the whole aspect of talent is seemingly sacrificed for commerce, viewing figures and elsemore besides.
Hopefully, Vickers will fade in to the darkness upon stardom, like former pop star talent show nobodies, Michelle McManus and Gareth Gates, have managedÂ since their peaking talent earlier this decade.
Ultimately, I certainly will not be buying Miss Vickers' records. I think I'd prefer a Liverpudlian nasal showering of 80s pop from OMD's Andy McCluskey instead - which puts Vickers to shame.