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This is probably one of the more credible acts taking to the Swedish stage.
Musti has all bases covered—androgyny, people who admire someone who can hold a note, and he’s tipped up with an epic builder of a song.
There are so many false-start almost-choruses that tease and extend the joy. When the end chant lands, it serves as a welcome release from what has become a pulsating tension.
There’s a sense that Musti knows he’s onto something and I sort of hope this isn’t going to mean he ends up blowing his big chance by taking things too seriously or by spending his Malmo fortnight being a twat. He needs to pack everything he has into his three minute appeal to voters near and far.
I’d be surprised not to see this in among the contenders on the Saturday – unless, of course, he bollocks it all up with the staging and live voice thing. That’s happened before.
