Finland
Erika Vikman – Ich Komme
Leave it to Finland to enter the contest with something so aggressively camp it makes Hard Rock Hallelujah seem subtle. Ich Komme (yes, really) is part disco homage, part erotic sketch show, and part desperate cry for help from a gay nightclub’s lost property bin. Erika Vikman channels Amanda Lear by way of the Village People, but forgets to bring a tune with her.
Even in its polished studio form, the vocal sounds like it’s being squeezed out of a sequinned sponge. By the halfway mark, the track has stopped pretending to be a song and is now just a string of innuendo riding a disco beat into the void. The whole affair is cold, crass, and utterly unoriginal—but also undeniably aware of its own trashiness.
Depending on staging, this could be an unwatchable car crash or a cult classic in the making. Either way, it won’t be boring.
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