Filling in the gaps of love

Right then, so I’ve had a quick check up of the vids of other tunes, and this is the things I discover.

They weren’t half wrong about Ani Lorak. She’s taken what I thought of as a so-so song and made it look big and brassy. Thankfully they’ve discoed it up a treat, which gives it an added punchyism, and the whole mirrored light box thing is pretty innovative to boot. (And for those of you who wanted to know the secret of Ani’s black magic box, she appears to have been wilfilly flung up the back by her burly attendants. It’s health and safety gorn mad! I still think it has a weak, unmemorable chorus, but the performance makes you almost forget that. One I note of warning though – the ballsy disco tunes of years gone by have fared pretty poorly. And while Laura V or Afro-Dite et al may not have been among the faves at the time, it may prove to be a genre that dear old Europe just doesn’t buy into.

Albania, after all that hoohah, was sweet, innocent and not half the bad. She looked, at times, a bit rabbit-in-the-headlights, and the pretend band behind here looked a spot superfluous, but it’s nice enough. One hopes it makes it though the semi – if only to avert any potential action taken by the Wrexham Liberation Front – but doesn’t win, so as to avert potential action from everyone else.

Now conventional wisdom suggests that Lithuania is due to sink like an Abraham. But I’ve never been one for conventions, and fancy that this might be your sleeper hit, right here. A young man singing an unassuming song often confounds the experts, and he belts this out with some aplomb. Yer gran will want to pinch his cheeks and ruffle his slightly manky hair, and if your Lloyd Webber loving dowager aunt tunes in, he could be laughing. Watch this space…

Then to the Swiss. Hmm, not as good as my suggesterisers would have it, but not as poor as the Mills man berates it for. Kind of somewhere in the middle then – which could be its eventual ranking. The main point of interest for me was that he was wearing a Slaughter & the Dogs t-shirt, which as all you good punk rockers out there will know, were a cracking bootboy street punk act from the late 70s. I suspect he just got it off the rank cos it looked a bit edgy, but it made me respect him a tad more than I may have otherwise. I’m a fickle tart like that.

Oh and one point of order. Other lesser blogs are having a pop at some of the entries for the bad sound and off kilter singing. This first set of rehearsals is merely the soundcheck and camera set for the techy bods. Any key stretching may have as much to do with monitors not being turned up quite as much as they could be or the on stage mix being a bit fruity. All these things should be ironed out by the next round and we’ll then be able to see who the real donkeys really are!

That’ll do for now I fancy – let’s go eat!

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