Bom dia! Tudo bem? We had our first proper Eurovision party last night, with an impromptu DJ set from DH Ohrmeister, Konstantin, in Trumps Club. It was great to have the first dance of the season and it was a lot of fun to catch up with friends here in the as-yet small Bubble. It meant we were in bed later than we might have been, but we’re still up early today and here for Alexander Bareback.
There’s nothing about this song that doesn’t annoy the titting crap out of me. I find it trite and dislike the musical style intensely. The overlays of instruments, musical notes, and that fecking annoying football that Alexander kicks offside are all still here, transported directly from the Norwegian Melodi Grand Prix that I went to see in March. They’ve been enhanced in places, which makes them doubly annoying.
Straight out of the box Alexander turns on his undeniable charm and looks and sound fantastic singing this. There’s that grating false ending about 20 minutes before it does finish, giving you false hope that it might be thankfully over, but no, there’s still a bit to go and then there’s a flash of pyro at the actual ending proper.
Uuuuufff! I hate to say it but we’ve possibly, probably just seen your winner. From a purely selfish reason, well, purely fiscal, to be honest, I don’t really want to be going back to Norway next year, but we may well be. My only hope is that the jury vote drags this down, because from east and west, north and south, this is hoovering up support from the public, a harsh, cruel, unthinking public with nary a care how much it’s going to cost us all next May. What’s that? You mean it’s not just all about me?
Pfft!
Monty x