Spain
Melody – Esa diva
At long last, Spain has remembered that it is, in fact, Spain. No more muted ballads or slightly bewildered indie bands wandering across massive LED stages. No, this year we get castanets, black-and-white glamour, flamenco guitar, and an artist whose very name screams Eurovision readiness: Melody.
With Esa Diva, she purrs and prowls out of a stretch limo like a woman who’s just found out someone else wore red to her event and plans to do something about it. The opening verse is pure theatre—sultry, moody, and muttered with just enough restraint to make the eventual chorus pop like a champagne cork. And it does.
The track pulls a smart trick: a chorus in two parts, with the first half providing a clean and radio-friendly hook, and the second half ramping things up to full power-mode with the help of a subtle but unmistakable whiff of Swedish production magic. The result is one of those rare Eurovision entries that builds without ever bloating, maintaining a sense of gallop and control that feels both polished and entirely unbothered by what anyone else is doing.
There’s even an emotive break before the final chorus—one of those whispered, heart-on-sleeve moments that gives the final climb a bit of breathing room. And yes, there’s a key change. Not one of those ironic, wink-at-the-camera ones we sometimes see, but a proper, late-90s, unapologetic “hold my mic” elevation. Glory be.
Melody, it must be said, is the full package. With over 25 years in the business (let us never forget El Baile del Gorila), six albums, chart success across 15 countries and a TV career to boot, she’s not here to audition—she’s here to remind us that she’s been ready all along. Spain’s recent revival through Benidorm Fest has delivered some strong entries, but Esa Diva is a step up: a track that’s both culturally grounded and built to slay on a pan-European stage.
Expect an absolutely huge floor show—storm fans, flamenco flourishes, tasteful flames if we’re lucky—and a performance that radiates exactly the right level of diva energy: earned, not performed. It’s camp, but it’s classy. Emotional, but never overwrought. Big, but still elegant.
This is the one I’ll be backing. Spain deserves the crown—and Melody’s already polishing a spot for it on her piano.
12 points
(¡La Reina ha llegado!)
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