Awards season is well and truly upon us now - both the BAFTAs and the Grammys were on Sunday with few surprises, save how old Christopher Lee suddenly looks. Last night it was the turn of the BRITs. this year they had been revamped - new home (the O2 Arena), new look.
It would be fair to say that those who won awards did so because they earned them. Though the xx's brilliant Mercury-Prize winning album, XX, failed to pick up any gongs, Mumford & Sons were worthy enough winners of Album Of The Year. The Outstanding Contribution award has been ditched by the organisers, making this award now the most coveted of the evening. It had a nice twist to it, but when Roger Daltrey arrived to announce the winner of this award, you couldn't help but feel a pang of regret that we wouldn't see a classic star take to the stage and sing in celebration over their life's work for a few minutes.
Why the hell Justin Bieber was able to walk away with an award remains a mystery, and the proof that the BRITs mean business came in the announcement of several prizes for Arcade Fire, a band who would perhaps not even be nominated for something like an MTV Award, which always come from the people.
On the whole, this revamped BRITs was all about the music - stunning performances from Adele, Plan B and Tinnie Tempah, and an emotional speech from the voice of the new wave, Jessie J. Not bad - could be better.
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