Malta 2025 - Miriana Conte - Kant

 
(Click here if you can't see this sweary marvel…)

Working our way through the arid wasteland of unimaginative Swedish cast-offs that make up the Maltese options this year we were delighted to find that there was a song about the father of modern philosophy hiding in the drab thicket of lyrical banality in their second semi-final. So we quickly threw it on, looking forward to its likely commentary of transcendental realism and pure reason.

So imagine our confusion when all we saw was a fairly young girl, pouting with bedroom mirror sass, delivering a treatise about being yourself and not playing to anyone else's tune. Still, that could all be the lead up to an enlightenment-themed chorus, we reasoned.

Oh. Oh my. Oh my very my…

But you've got to hand it to the lass, because in her pronunciation of that single syllable she's guaranteed herself cult hero status in one fell swoop. She'll also have the folks upstairs at the EBU in a proper tizzy, trying to work out what they can do with the thing should in win the ticket to Basel. And even though they claim to have a clever get out, citing the fact that the song's title is actually really the Maltese word for singing, no one really believes that was the creator's intention for a single second. It's going to be fascinating to see how this one flies!