There can’t be many people in Estonia called Malcolm. He’s dressed very dapper much like his Vicks Sinex namesake or Michael Caine‘s Alfie on a bad dress day and he’s singing another tune you probably wouldn’t want to listen to if you’d just had some bad news. Really it makes you wonder if there are going to be record sales of Wilkinson Sword razor blades on May 25th. In fact … let me just check which companies are sponsoring the event this year …
I actually like this. Logically, it leave me with the same feelings of utter hopelessness as its Russian predecessor, but I find it refreshing in a Kvass-mixed-with-pine-cone-flavoured-vodka way.
Malcolm almost seems chipper singing; he bounces around the stage and there is a sort of dancey bit later in the song.
Did I mention that it’s third in the draw? Estonia haven’t got many friends and it’s utterly doomed? No?
Well I have now. I prefer Vicks Vapour rub myself, it’s kinkier …
Nick: I’m not quite sure what to say about Estonia. For those who’ve seen him in Eurolaul, there’s really nothing surprising at all. Those who like the song will have liked the rehearsal. Those who don’t probably won’t. I do.
I increasingly like the stage. It’s done three very different, very appropriate atmospheres for three very different songs, yet it’s all recognisably the same set, and it shows up BEAUTIFULLY on the TV monitors.
Minor probleme technique in the press tent – the computer room is right next door to the intimate press conferences, and the sound does tend to carry through. Siren is a great song without a bit of a jazz sax jamming session plastered over the top.
That definitely says SAX above, by the way. It seems to be nearly some sort of lunchtime shortly, but it’s only 11:20. This is a brand new madness that I’ve not encountered before.
Umm, yeah. Estonia. Melikey.