BY LISA BRENNER>LA.COM

The ‘60s sound is going round and tomorrow night the bottom 4 will get flashed back to reality.  Tonight, the ladies had something to prove.

Kristy Lee Cook: Rescue Me (Fontella Bass)

The flu stricken, eye squinting, one-time Nashville recording artist, picked a bad song for her particular set of circumstances.  Good thing she looks like country Barbie.  Pitch problems and a “robotic” lack of energy made the DayQuil darling an easy target for Simon.

Joanne Borgella: I Say A Little Prayer (Dionne Warwick)

Plus sized, anti-neo-soul songstress went shaky with nerves delivering an average performance.  During the postmortem, they cut away to shot of her Dad in the audience who looked as if he was mentally preparing for a sledgehammering of Simon’s ankles.

Alaina Whitaker: More Today Than Yesterday (Spiral Staircase)

The sassy Oklahoma teenager with a Madonna tooth gap and a birthday tomorrow made a crappy song listenable with conviction and originality.  Or, as Randy put it, once she got started, “It was like, goin’ ON!!!  I was like, ‘whAAAt!?!’”

Amanda Overmeyer: Baby Please Don’t Go (Them/Van Morrison)

They say she’s authentic and likeable.  I say, she doesn’t give a rat’s ass.  The indestructible nurse made bluesy-rock scatwork out of this week’s pick while dancing around in patchwork “trousers.”  There’s no way she’s only 23, though.

Amy Davis: Where The Boys Are (Connie Francis)

Looking all kinds of unwell (and I don’t think she’s one of the sick ones) the Indiana model who wore a bra to auditions, fell ironically flat with tonight’s dicey vocal and dull delivery. However the judges’ critique about failing to “scoop up to the notes” and lacking “twang” seemed a bit misguided as this was not a Patsy Cline joint.  Connie Francis, Randy.  It’s Connie Francis, dawg.  :)  Sidenote: Vote For The Worst has endorsed this candidate for tonight’s vote.  Why must they use their powers for evil?  It’s funny, sure, but really?  Amy?

Brooke White: Happy Together (The Turtles)

The super nice nanny with Amish-like hobbies brought breathiness and a Tapestry vibe to her feel good performance.  She has a fragile quality that makes me nervous and she’s not much in the dancing department but I believe her most of the time, and I like “the blonde hair, the yellow, the happiness,” as Simon so eloquently put it. 

Alexandrea Lushington: Spinning Wheel (Blood, Sweat & Tears)

I always thought this song sounded like that crazy Wonka tunnel when they’re in the boat.  And somehow, this chick interpreted it into a relevant, modern sounding radio hit.  Amazing.  Simon didn’t get it, but that really says more about his musical shortcomings than hers.

Kady Malloy: Groovy Kind of Love (Not Phil Collins)

Do people do impressions because they don’t know who they are?  The music obsessed vocal mimic gave a “restrained and reserved” performance that was so short on her own personality that Simon felt compelled to liken it to “The Night of the Living Dead,” before asking, “Who would impersonate you…  a pencil?”

Asia’h Epperson: Piece of My Heart (Janis Joplin)

The powerhouse singer let loose a modern Janis rendition without the imitation growlies or dusty theatrics.  A-plus.

Ramiele Malubay: You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me (Dusty Springfield)

Little girl.  Big voice.  Knows she’s cute.  Knows she can really sing.  It started slow and opened up naturally into a big finish.  The judges think she’s already like a pro with her “classy” voice, “beautiful range,” and “tender, vocal accents.”

Syesha Mercado: Tobacco Road (The Nashville Teens)

Why is she sitting funny on her knees on the sofa?  Why does she keep looking in the camera while she’s talking to Ryan?  Why is she in this Ford commercial?  Because she can belt.  Haahaha.  Thank you, thank you very much…  No really, that’s for free.

Carly Smithson: The Shadow Of Your Smile (Barbra Streisand)

The bronchially-challenged plant/scapegoat was given the pimp position at the end of the show tonight, furthering the scandal and hype about her days with Randy at the record label.  Luckily the negative chatter was temporarily drowned out by the sound of Paula drooling and by Simon’s calling shenanigans on the old fashioned number. 

Tomorrow night, 2 boys and 2 girls go bye bye...…