The Next Great American Band: "Top 12 Perform"

I'm not sure what market research the Fox network has done that has convinced them The Next Great American Band is a non-starter, but between the late October debut, the Friday night timeslot, the shortened televised audition process and the fact that they're going to be cutting two bands a week starting next week–with no results show–it's obvious that Fox wants to hustle this program off its schedule as quickly as possible. Is this the fallout from the disaster that was On The Lot? At attempt to preserve the "special event" status of American Idol? What?
Well, if On The Lot could survive a full run, surely NGAB will be with us for the next two months, so please keep watching along with me, and together we'll try to figure out whether these bands deserve a shot at the big time–or another shot, in some cases. Let's start with tonight's episode, which provided an interesting challenge: One original song per band, and one Bob Dylan cover (!) each. Which of these 12 acts has what it takes to be…the next great American band?
Denver & The Mile High Orchestra: First off, isn't this band's hopped-up retro-lounge shtick about a decade out of date? Do people still swing dance non-ironically? Second off, Denver and his fellow ex-high-school-band-geeks quickly revealed tonight the problem with a gimmick: It becomes a hammer, and the songs become nails. The Mile Highs' cover of Dylan's "Freight Train Blues" drained the song of any meaning and personality, and while it was fine as a big-band exercise, if I'd been sent a CD in the mail from these guys, I'd be skipping past this song after about 30 seconds. Tonight's original song, "One Time Show," wouldn't have lasted even that long.
JUDGES' REACTION: Shelia E. is spot-on about Denver's lack of charisma and band chemistry, but otherwise she and Johnny are overkind. Dicko is more justly critical, noting that The Mile High Orchestra is neither good enough as a retro band or fresh enough as a modern band.
The Hatch: I didn't recall seeing these dudes last week until I checked out my notes and realized that this was the band that turned an old Bill Withers song into some Maroon 5 pap. What we didn't learn last week is that The Hatch is kind of the male version of Rocket, all living together and working on music constantly–only in NY instead of LA. Tonight, The Hatch reinterpreted Dylan's "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue" as a post-New-Wave mid-tempo dance-ballad, and the melody fit that mode surprisingly well. But the band did nothing with the lyrics, focusing more on a slick performance than a sensitive connection to what the song's about. And their original, "Stretch Out The Time," was just awful: a heavy blues muddle that sounded completely phony and sloppy, marred by mugging and formless jamming.
JUDGES' REACTION: Johnny gets it right, praising the Dylan and complaining that the original has no hook, while Sheila E. flips it and complains that the cover was too timid. Dicko nails the band's fundamental flaw by saying that their communal living may be leading to too much jamming.
Light Of Doom: Jim Henson's Metal Babies opt to cover "All Along The Watchtower," though they don't really do the Hendrix copy I was expecting. Maybe that's because they're fundamentally incapable. Individually, each of these little dudes can play with some skill, but they're just not that good at playing together. They each bash away in their own little worlds, losing both the beat and the key along the way. Light Of Doom's original, "Eye Of The Storm" (dedicated to the fire victims in California) is a little better, but there's nothing special about it, aside from the "talking dog" aspect of pre-driving-age teenagers writing and performing a competent metal song. But at the same time, their youth also works against them, both in the lead singer's overly smiley persona–half-embarrassed in that common adolescent way–and their ludicrous attempts to be Sex Godz.
JUDGES' REACTION: Non-specific praise from Johnny, admonitions to practice more from Sheila E., and Dicko saying what we're all thinking: that these boys' overt stab at sex appeal is inappropriate.
The Likes Of You: The godawful name and the news that this band has only been together for five months–yet has toured with Hall & Oates–made me suspicious that this isn't a band at all, but an attempt to worm back into the business by a singer-songwriter who blew his development deal money a decade ago. And as soon as I heard that The Likes Of You were doing "Blowin' In The Wind," my heart sank, because I never want to hear Dylan do that song again, let along a bland, Train-esque midtempo rock act. Sure enough, The Likes Of You evened the song out into nothingness, allowing Baldy McFrontman a chance to show off his falsetto. (And proving there's such a thing as having too trained a voice as a rock singer.) The middling, even-more-falsetto-wracked original "Love And Gravity" confirmed that these guys missed their window a decade back, when this kind of not-quite-rock/not-quite-pop slop had a place on the radio. Now that Train has left the station.