So what do you think these Greek laddies here are trying to achieve? I can't be drawn. It starts off promisingly, with a middle class white boy rapster pretending he's from the hood, and all kinds of Balkan trumpet invasions - when all of a sudden it turns into a car boot Yolanda Be Cool, with a chiseled beard boy crooning a bit of standard Greek club pop over the top of it.
And if that's not enough, the chap who'll no doubt be pretending to be a DJ on stage in the big final keeps remembering he's supposed to be doing something and shoots the occasional squiggly noise across the bows in some very inappropriate places.
But despite the cluttered mess of it all, it's kind of likeable, despite itself. I'm pretty sure it won't win, cos it's flanked by some reasonably big hitters in the four-song record-company funded final, but I still wouldn't mind seeing them tread the Danish boards with this funny old scatter gun of a song.
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