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Live review: Carrie Underwood wails away in L.A.

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Carrie Underwood at Staples Center. Photo: Kevin Sullivan, The Orange County Register. Click for more.

Carrie Underwood very well may be the most powerful vocalist in all of country music – not just right now, when she’s considered the reigning queen of the genre by Billboard and others, but of the last decade or two, which has provided a dearth of powerhouses and too many bland Shania Twain knockoffs. Her only real challenger to that greatest-singer throne is her primary forebear, the estimable Martina McBride, whom she emulates all too frequently yet whose high-flying glory notes amid big ballads Underwood tops with ease.

Admiring fans and critics alike have recognized the staggering capabilities of this sweetly endearing Oklahoma native, who turns 30 in March, since she ran away with the fourth season of American Idol in 2005. But she keeps proving her potency alongside other developing skills (like songwriting, most noticeably on her latest disc, Blown Away) with each new tour, as illustrated by the flashily effective outing that stopped for a near sell-out Tuesday night at Staples Center. (It arrives at San Diego’s Valley View Casino Center on Saturday.)

“Eight years ago,” she reflected a third of the way into her performance, “I took my very first plane ride ever to Los Angeles. And I think you know what happened after that.”

Yes, we do: Underwood not only towered over her competition that year, she quickly emerged as the most viable candidate from that game show to achieve lasting success. Indeed, it has been heaped on her in spades, her mantle already full of awards, her string of chart-toppers the most of any female country artist (beating Reba McEntire), the demographics of her audiences still widening.

Tens of thousands flocked to see her at Stagecoach last year, she packed the Hollywood Bowl mere months before that, and devotees rush to buy her albums in droves when they come out. Her debut, Some Hearts, has sold more than 7 million copies; it’s the fastest-selling country debut ever and best-selling country album of the last decade. Blown Away has also been certified platinum less than five months after its release.

Unlike virtually all other Idol stars – save for that other mighty belter, Kelly Clarkson – Underwood transcended her television start to ultimately dominate her field, no matter how much her music is more steeped in Heart than pure country. What she proved at Staples is not only how effortlessly talented she is behind a microphone but how long her list of memorable hits has gotten, each one thrilling her audience more than the last.

Yet they aren’t exactly varied. Just as her many costume changes essentially yielded only two looks that showed off her stunning gams – the grandeur of couture (like the long ruffled skirt of feathers she wore at the outset) vs. simplified rocker-chick chic (cut-offs and a tank top at one point, skin-tight metallic-blue disco pants later on) – her music repetitiously slots into two modes. There are the fiery bits about getting wild with or flat-out avoiding an endless parade of cheating bad boys, a series of songs that all strut to the same swaggering feel – and then there are her sincere ballads, the majority of which manage to steer clear of the schmaltz and bombast to which even McBride isn’t immune.

Carrie Underwood at Staples Center. Photo: Kevin Sullivan, The Orange County Register. Click for more.

She opened and closed her eye-grabbing spectacle at Staples with pairs of the former: “Good Girl” and “Undo It” to start, “Cupid’s Got a Shotgun” and every spurned woman’s favorite, “Before He Cheats,” to finish off the main set. Those pieces are designed to speak for and rile up bar-hopping wanna-be cowgirls and sophisticated ladies alike, and from the deafening squeals and hoarsely shouted singalongs that erupted here, they connected as stirringly as her robust cover of Aerosmith’s “Sweet Emotion,” her latest classic-rock remake (she’s tackled Guns N’ Roses’ “Paradise City” in the past).

None of that, however, no matter how rousing, sounds half as believable out of cheery Underwood as does her raft of slow ones and the occasional detour (like “All-American Girl”) into terrain that almost feels downright country. When she wails on “Wasted,” turns nearly teary-eyed for the struggling plight of “Temporary Home” or summons inspirational cries for “Jesus, Take the Wheel” and the Randy Travis gem “I Told You So,” you sense she deeply means what she sings, regardless how little the material may apply to her everyday life.

That she pulls it off so convincingly is proof of what a remarkable interpreter she’s becoming. But she’s still having difficulty devising change-ups.

The most obvious attempt at something different came at the end of a mid-show segment that found Underwood floating high over the floor crowd’s heads on a platform girded by wooden fencing. She crammed a half-dozen cuts into that portion, as her gimmick slowly glided from one end of the arena to the other, but only when she was about to touch down again did a new feel emerge with “One Way Ticket,” a buoyant bit of Jimmy Buffett beachside reggae, complete with confetti blasts and giant inflatable balls batted about by fans.

It was a nice change-of-pace, yet without the staging effects it might have felt cheesy – whereas pieces like “Undo It” and “Two Black Cadillacs” (a glossy ’80s-heavy bash with a Coldplay piano line) would have come across just as sturdily even if they were removed from their fancy visuals.

Why is it so hard for country superstars to break out of their shells? Could it be because they really don’t need to? Underwood could do more of the same for decades to come and likely still fill arenas from coast to coast, and why shouldn’t she? The only people who find it mildly monotonous are those of us who aren’t living and breathing her biggest hits daily.

To those who are, she’s as justifiably adored for her golden pipes and common-gal tales as she is ogled for her beauty. Like her music, she’s Hollywood glitz and homespun reality rolled into one.

Newly 21-year-old upstart Hunter Hayes, who joined Underwood for “Leave Love Alone” toward the end of her performance, turned in a fair 45-minute opening set clearly aimed at younger women in the house. His material, especially the piano-tinged hit “Wanted” (which drew a screaming response) and a credible cover of Bruno Mars’ “Just the Way You Are,” is pleasant and competently executed, yet also hopelessly unremarkable.

He aims for a country-pop fusion of Keith Urban and John Mayer, but he’s not experienced enough yet to adequately evoke either star’s more adult ways, and his fretwork is fine but far from achieving the same level fo fireworks those guitar-slingers can produce.

Carrie Underwood’s Blown Away Tour, with Hunter Hayes opening, next plays Saturday, Oct. 20, at Valley View Casino Center, formerly San Diego Sports Arena, 3500 Sports Arena Blvd. Tickets: $43.50-$63.50.

Setlist: Carrie Underwood at Staples Center, Oct. 16, 2012
Main set: Good Girl / Undo It / Wasted / I Told You So / Two Black Cadillacs / Last Name / All-American Girl / Temporary Home / Jesus, Take the Wheel / Cowboy Casanova / Get Out of This Town / Nobody Ever Told You / Thank God for Hometowns / Crazy Dreams / Do You Think About Me / One Way Ticket / Leave Love Alone (with Hunter Hayes) / Sweet Emotion (Aerosmith cover) / Remind Me (with Brad Paisley on video screens) / Cupid’s Got a Shotgun / Before He Cheats
Encore: I Know You Won’t / Blown Away

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