Duncan Greive is #teamnyssa
When this season started, Nyssa Collins didn't immediately look a contender. She didn't have the demon yowl or tortured posture of a Stevie "Hatbeard" Tonks. Nor did she have the too-friendly sibling bond of Fare Thee Well, or Steve Broad's gross "sexy teacher" hook.
She has always, always looked spectacular, like a Polynesian Betty Davis, and had enough sass to put her boobs on Ed Sheeran's back, for reasons that still remain unclear. But it is her singing that should carry her to victory. Rather than delivering a signature performance and then slowly wilting, like most of her competition, she built methodically, precisely, determinedly. Most importantly, of the three remaining contenders, she is the only one without deep flaws: The Vibes are a boomer-baiting, pub-ready 60s covers band; Beau is a beatboxer. This coming Sunday she will come out, sing a simple song with power and grace. And then she will win. Because it is the right result, and because otherwise John Oliver will make fun of us all over again.