Ken Jeong's I Can See Your Voice should've been terrible, but it's a joy to watch

The Guardian

"On paper, I Can See Your Voice should represent a brand new low," says Stuart Heritage. "On paper it is gaspingly superficial, cynically derivative and annoyingly repetitive. It looks like the sort of thing you would only watch drunk, and out of spite. However, the amazing thing is that, despite going in expecting to hate it, I Can See Your Voice contains some of the most joyful moments I’ve seen on TV of late. Like The Masked Singer before it, there’s untold amounts of fun to be had at the reveal. The object of the game is to whittle down the group of singers one by one, by eliminating the duffers first. Once they’ve been eliminated, the singers have to perform in front of everyone. If they suck, it’s brilliant. The bad singers all uniformly go for the throat of whatever song they massacre; ripping it to shreds like they’re being booted out of a 3am karaoke party. They don’t care. They have nothing to lose. It’s beautiful to see."