It was inevitable that once Cowell had brought Hallelujah into the nation's hearts - and to steal a line from Cokemachineglow, Biblical spirituality being hijacked for crass consumerism couldn't be closer to the modern Christmas - that upset would ensue. There's that Buckley campaign, for a start, because Laughing Leonard just isn't dead enough, in which people demonstrate Cowell cannot buy out their musical taste by, erm, buying a song Cowell has explicitly promoted. If they'd bought Hallelujah to go up against Alexandra Burke's winner's cover of I Will Always Love You that might have made more anti-Syco sense.
And then there's the parodies. The Now Show's was awkward, Moyles' 'Lamb Bhuna' inevitable but no less terrible for that, but all sorts of cake is taken by Rowland White in the Sunday Times, who poses a crucial critical theory issue - what if, instead of this spiritual paen to blessed holy grace, Cohen had, shortly after being overtaken by the spirit of William McGonagall, written it about the credit crunch?