I’m Not Feeling 
Let me just start by saying… I tuned in to Deb’s House August 22 ready for some good old-fashioned R&B competition magic — the kind that makes you grab your drink, lean in close to the TV, and scream “Sing, baby, SING!”
Instead? Baby, I was left sitting there like I was waiting for my DoorDash order that never came.
Seen It All Before
WeTV billed this as the next big hunt for an R&B star. But if I wanted “10 strangers in a house learning lessons and crying in the confessional” I could’ve just rewatched Making the Band. Even the “luxury house” shots felt like déjà vu — I swear I’ve seen that same staircase in three other reality shows.
Sister Without Voices
The whole point of this show is supposed to be the VOCALS. The runs. The notes that snatch your soul out your body. But what I got? Cute karaoke night energy at best. One performance had me clutching my pearls for all the wrong reasons — not because the notes were high, but because the pitch was nowhere to be found.
Deb Antney is in there talking about finding the next R&B great… meanwhile, half these contestants sound like they just got over the flu. This ain’t “Sisters With Voices,” this is “Sister Without Voices,” and my ears are filing a noise complaint.
I’m Not Feeling It
Reality TV is supposed to give me drama, talent, and at least one messy blow-up in the kitchen over who ate the last slice of cheesecake. Instead, the tension felt manufactured, the rehearsals felt uninspired, and even the editing looked like it wanted to clock out early.
I’ll give it another episode or two — but right now? I’m not sold. We need either stronger singers, juicier drama, or at least a shocking elimination that makes Twitter fight all weekend. Until then, Deb’s House is looking like an Airbnb with no heat — cute on the outside, cold in the middle.
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