So we're all done. The full 37 songs selected tweaked and submitted to the EBU to check see if there's any hidden swearwords or references to Filofax.
It turned out that the Russian song wasn't all that dandy after all. A reasonably serviceable spot of Northern Soul with all the life and gusto polished out of it, it should do well, but it will get booed to billy-o just for being Russian, and, well, they can always blame the war for their moderate result. We've been doing it for years.
But there's one song from the qualifiers that didn't make the final that's been stuck in my head for a week now. As regular readers will know, I'm not especially fond of the recent up swell of Mumfordsalikes, but there's something about this optimistic little Scandi Twee pop gem that gets me every time.
And in a year where there's no clear favourite (Armenia? Really?), all of this year's artists should take this song's central message to heart. To all of you stiff faced ladies in shiny frocks who are hollering out your lyrics by syllable and have no idea what the words you're jaggedly reciting actually mean, sing like you mean it. Because you can bet your life that whoever wins this year's funny old contest certainly will be!
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Now all the songs are tied down, I'm quietly hopeful for the UK this year. I don't expect whatshername to win it, but I reckon we're gonna finish in the top half of the table. And by recent standards, that's a result.
ReplyDeleteGiven the recent who-haa in the Ukraine which is bound to divide the Eastern bloc, the UK entering a catchy singalong peace anthem is a good thing.
It ain't a winner by any means, but it's easily the best song we've entered in a long long time.