I have my doubts about both Celtic Woman and Celtic Thunder. I was excited enough by the build-up to watch specials featuring each of these groups, and got comfy with my popcorn (or, possibly, a martini), ready to be blown away.
Not that the productions weren't slick and the performers incredibly talented. I just kept waiting for them to cut loose a bit. It was all too neat and tidy. The vocals were flawless—too flawless. In both cases, I wanted to toss some gravel into all that honey. I wanted someone to sweat. [Read more]