Finally we've got a song going to Vienna that I wouldn't mind hearing again. The bespectacled lad here has turned his nation's bombastic holiday pop tradition on its head and given us a delicate, intimate guitar ballad.
An unassuming looking chap just the right side of hipsterism, at times his voice halts to a breathy whisper, and you really start to live his tale of gentle regret. It's written by one Mike Connaris, who's got form at this gig, and can mentor his charge rather nicely in what it takes to represent this song on stage. So if he can avoid the temptation to sing this up in the big hall, that moment when it breaks down to just his voice alone has the potential of being one of the best spinetingling moments of the whole contest.
I fancy this could harvest the sunshine isle their best result in many a year, especially considering some of the mid tempo sludge that's declared so far. One to watch for a surprise top five finish? I wouldn't be shocked if it did.
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