For some years, Greece has been the saviour of Eurovision, sending credible song after credible song. Performers who stand up way beyond the Contest with songs that last. It all ends here.
This is easily the worst song I’ve heard this year (full disclosure: I’d only heard six when I wrote the review, and I’m almost certain others will give Marina a run for her money). I’d go so far as to say it’s the worst thing I’ve heard this year, full stop. And it’s not really a song, is it? It’s just a bunch of noises and beeps and ethno-instruments and digitally enhanced vocals.
I happened to say this on Twitter/X – the levels of abuse I received surprised even a thick-skinned, ageing homosexual like me. For the record, I’m not racist, I’m not 1000 years old and I do have ears. Though there will be three minutes in May where I won’t be using them.
There’s a case to be made for the way the song blends traditional Greek musical elements with contemporary sounds to create a unique and captivating experience. The song’s lyrics weave a complex tapestry of emotional resilience, the pain of loss, and the courageous act of moving forward.
No, I’m talking bollocks…
Zero points are too good for this cynical mess. Surely even Cyprus will struggle to award its customary 12.
