San Marino 2025 - Farmacy - Bæd

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We don't know if we're finally at the maximum saturation point and we've seen enough of this old rot, or we're just a pair of grumpy old sods, but this year's Una Voce Per San Marino has been a bit of a slog. Hardly anything is either really good or really bad, instead it's all at slopping about at the low end of mediocre… it's like watching an everlasting local village hall version of Nobody's Got Talent, only with lashings more blandness. For the most part you know what you're about to get before they even walk up the steps after their awkward chat with a hostess who still hasn't worked out how microphones work. And there's a few rules of thumb to apply before the first pitchy squawks come out of each of their mouths.

If they've got two dancers, it's going to be a knuckle-gnawingly ordinary weak dance song. If they're wearing either a hat, a waistcoat or a white shirt, they're going to think they're a proper musician - and any combination of the three just magnifies their drear. If they're in a dress that goes down to the floor it's going to be a ballad so unmemorable that you'll think you've had a petit mal, if they're got fluro trousers on they're going to be a bit 'look how mad I am! Can you see?!!', and if they're holding some kind of an instrument, then just pop to the corner shop for some milk like you've been meaning to all day. If you don't, you'll wish you had.

Night after night of this endless parade of usual I've had good honest people sending me links saying "Come on, surely this one?!", and click the url excitedly, only to be met with a bunch of clodhoppers stamping listlessly about wearing what they think pop stars dress like, but that they actual found in the deeper recesses of Shein. Five nights in and the only song I'd managed to get through from start to end was a bunch of Luxembourgers singing hopefully about San Marino - and that was mainly to see if the singer ever took her comedy hat off. But then came this…

Witness three apparent Hungarians in their late youth, counting their steps and desperately trying to remember a lyric that appears to be about mucking about with farm animals. Marvel as they self-consciously loon about, trying to be wacky - but that's wacky with as many sets of inverted commas as you can muster around it. But then get a little confused, because somehow there seems to be a smidgeon of art behind all this try-hard cobblers. And you've got to grudgingly admire a song that contains the line "Come get your hooves out". To use a much used Apocalypse analogy, it's like a car accident or a bad wig - you know it's bloody awful, but you just can't stop looking at it.

Or was it just because everything else so far in this tournament has been so bloody poor that this most amateurish of performances appeared entertaining…

Sweden 2025 - Kaj - Bara Bada Bastu

 

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There's a most curious subplot bubbling up in this year's Melodifestivalen. It's long been assumed that the whole series of shows is nought but a long-winded anointment of a returning, ahem, hero. In fact, so sure has Eurovisionia been that Måns' somewhat asthmatic version concept of Revolution is going to win the whole dang shebang that it crept to favourite in the betting before anyone had heard a note of it. But now that it's finally been shown to the masses, there's been a grudging admission that even though it's not actually all that good, but it's probably going to be sending us back to somewhere expensive in Sweden again next year. We like to call it the Only Teardrops option - a song that no one really wholeheartedly liked, but assumed was going to win, so kind of willed it to win by an accidental collective consciousness.

But there is one small pocked of resistance building up a head of steam, and it came from the same heat in Malmö. It turns out that many folk are getting a bit weary of the same old same old that MelFest has been dealing us over the last few years. An endless parade of highly mid songs that sound a bit like more successful songs - a concept that's become a tad more post-modern, as Revolution sounds a little bit like Måns' last winner that sounded a bit like something else - only with every last semblance of fun squeezed coarsley out of it. Step forward three chaps from over the water in Ostrobothnia - a Swedish outpost on the West Coast of Finland that the Swedes like to call East Sweden. Their schtick is to perform in the Vörå dialect - a kind of mutant mix of Finnish and Swedish that hardly anyone else can entirely understand.

They might be bringing a curious argot with them, but they also bring a bit of fun - a commodity sadly lacking at MF over the last few years. Their jaunty song about having a sauna might not break too many originality boundaries, but it's a well put together performance by an act at the top of their game - and somehow more and more people are beginning to get behind it. We've long hoped that SVT would tire of delivering the same old successful slop year after year and let their hair down a bit, and there have been many missed opportunities in recent history. Swingfly, Panetoz, Medina and Eva and Ewa to name but a few. Songs that are there to add a light touch to a Saturday night light entertainment show for locals, but who would have been cracking options for the big show in and of their own right.

After the initial dismay of Måns, as lovely as he is, having seemingly rendered this year's contest a tad neutered, the resistance is building for the sauna boys and a head of steam is building behind them. And if they manage to pull this off, well, that would be the real revolution - not some smiling bloke in a long coat being eaten by the scenery as he sings the same meaningless word over and over and over again. We most definititely viva that particular revolution.

Germany 2025 - Feuerschwanz - Knightclub

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We've already lost a couple of this year's likely noisy contenders, in some cases for reasons our lawyers would prefer not to mention, but you can always rely on specialist label Napalm Records to give we hirsute types something to hang out coats on, as they're one of the few genre labels who really seem to understand what this funny old contest is about. And in veteran medieval metallers Feuerschwanz you'd have though they'd delivered us a safe pain of hands. But sadly not quite, in our book.

Beloved of metal festival goers across the continent, we were quite looking forward to seeing what they were going to offer - especially as the song's title blatantly hinted that some armour-garbed humour might be involved. And it kicks off pretty promisingly, too. A nice calm intro jolting into a good old chuggy bit of Eurometal seemed like almost the perfect start. They even got the gag in early. The problem is though, that they kept hammering it home, ad infinitum, from start to finish. So when German rapper of note Dag von SDP burst into the middle eight if felt like we were finally off the mobius loop and into something more interesting.

But then he even kicked into repeating the chorus over and over again. And they say Germans are rubbish at comedy…

And it's such a shame, because there's almost something for anybody to enjoy ever. Meaty instruments for the real music mob to furtle over, a schalger-esque chorus for the pop fans, and even some actual singing for the "It's all just noise!" brigade (who frankly would get hospitalised if ever they put my creaking iPod on shuffle). I still reckon it's probably the right choice for them for Basel, as it's big and bold and fills a yawning gap in this year's line up. But the ESC edit does feel like an awfully long three minutes.

Of course, you can never second guess the German public, as they're prone to choose the plucky sweet-faced newcomer over a field of well-known internationally noted acts. And they selection process seems even more convoluted this year than ever, so who knows. Hopefully they've got something even more entertaining waiting in the wings that doesn't sound like the needle got stuck in the groove after the first thirty seconds.

Yes, Knightclub / Nightclub! We bloody get it!

Armenia 2025 - Arsen feat. Kamil - Will You Marry Me?

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If, like us, you had nothing better to do on a Sunday late afternoon and were slumped on your sofas watching Armenia's Depi Evratesil show, you may have been puzzled by a song that popped up towards the end of the show. What looked like a pile of grey washing began singing a cruise ship disco tune in a curiously strained voice about the wish to get married, before a chap in a posh suit and slick hair burst out of the heap and began an answer verse in a gruff baritone. Eh?

This continued to alternate for a while - each time the singer's voice changing any time the pompoms went anywhere near their head - until the tables were turned and it was now the chap that wanted to get wed, and the grey heap was off on his, her or their heels. It really was perplexing. We were expecting tumbleweed from the audience, but of course the rapturous canned applause made this sound like the most popular thing on earth since lawnmowers. But it got stranger. When the unnecessary co-host was doing the inevitable rounds of the green room, the performer of this curio spoke with the confidence of somebody that was used to this kind of attention, rather than the awkward mutterings of most of the other contestants. But then it dawned on us…

Kamil? Funny voice? Curious garb? Flipping heck, this was Depi alumnus Kamil Show, played by actor Arsen Grigoryan having something of a coming out moment! "Who?" the younger and less attentive of you might be asking? Well, the Kamil Show was an act who took part in the 2018 running of the show who had everyone in a flurry. A hugely popular local drag act, their song Puerto Rico was pretty terrible, with the character Kamil stomping around with red and green hair, not doing all that much bar shouting the occasional line of nonsense and laughing in a grating cackle. Of course, all the usual old grumblers were apoplectic with worry that this would be bagging the ticket to Lisbon. But in the end, Qami beat Puerto Rico onto fourth, and everybody outside of Armenia forgot all about Kamil Show, until it suddenly dawned on me that afternoon.

All this just goes to show, if something totally weird happens in a Eurovision selection show in a language you don't understand there's usually a reason for it. But not always.

Let's refresh your memories and see what you could have won back in the twentyteens...

 

Lithuania 2025 - Katarsis – Tavo Akys

 

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Lithuania is a curious fish when it comes to this contest. Just when you think you're getting a handle on the kind of thing they like to send, they frequently confound your expectations by veering off in a completely unexpected direction. And they appear to have done exactly that with the song they eventually sent to Basel.

Now me and Mrs A go back a long way with Eurovision national finals. It used to be that if there was so much of a sniff of someone waving their hand about in front of a guitar it was a given that they were immediately doomed. It's a difficult mindset to completely scrub out of your brain, so when we both found ourself perched on the fronts of our respective sofas within about ten seconds of this song starting we automatically assumed the worst.

The chiming funereal guitars and slow-pounding primal drums lured us hypnotically into the song's sad post-punk reverie, as the moon-faced boy with the shaggy barnet out front prowled around the stage like an agitated marmot, luring us into his private gloom with the downbeat fairytale delivery. It's the kind of band that we're more used to seeing from an act second on a four band bill in some damp and dingy small town gig venue, and it's the kind of song that would have stopped us in our tracks, curtailing our conversation with the headliner's bass player to stop and stare at the glacial goth whirlwind that was starting to swirl in the two-inch stage in the corner.

It's the kind of song that we'll usually chuck on a Lost Songs of ESC - Dark Edition playlist and play it until it's tattooed on our ears, but we never in a million years imagined that it ever stood a chance of actually winning the ticket to the big show. Quite how it'll do there is impossible to guess, but one fears that it'll be too artsy for the juries and gloomy for the punters, and will probably struggle to even get out of its semi. But then again, that's pretty much what we thought of its chances of so much as getting out of their semi!

However it does, though,  it's in the canon now, and we've got a new favourite Lithuanian band!

Lithuania 2025 - Lion Ceccah – Drobė

 

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You can always rely on Lithuania for the entertaining outliers, and our lad Lion here certainly delivered that last Saturday. One of those can't-take-your-eyes-off-it moments - a bit like a bad toupee or a motorway car accident - it starts with some mad-eyed folksy women singing in that fabulous flat East European tone, before the lad himself kicks in with quite a belt. 

There's so many mysteries here, that could possibly be explained if you know your Lithuanian, but we also suspect quite possibly not. What do they look like they've been recently beaten up? What's that weird little chip tune bit in the middle all about? Are they as deathly serious as they look, or is there a wry ironic wink hidden somewhere within its performance?

We're absolutely fascinated with it here at Apocalypse Towers, and we're still not sure what our favourite bit is, yet? That weird jolty straight-legged dance after he gets his robe off? That intense rolling march toward camera by the backing singers? Actually, any given five second chunk of the whole darned thing! But we're struggling to decide whether it's actually any good or not. There's definitely some art involved, but should it be hung in a gallery, or pinned to the front of a fridge with a magnet?

Finland 2025 - Erika Vikman – Ich Komme

 

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One for the Eurovision irregulars here. Hardcaore fandom will already know about Ms Vikman from her previous appearance in Finland's UMK, where she was swathed in pink latex and flanked by two dancing bears singing about an Italian porn actress. The first 14 seconds alone were better than almost anything you can imagine. At that point she was best known in Finland as the ex-partner of a local pensioner pop star who purportedly dumped her for being too old. But since then she's carved out a career pumping out left-handed smut fests and techno filth. And of course we're here for it.

And while we were only slightly whelmed upon our first listen, the live performance piled on the bump 'n' grind, and it ended up a complete no-brainer to send this to the big show. Looking every bit like the living embodiment of when you ask an eight-year-old boy to draw a sexy lady, she does unspeakable things to a mic stand throughout, before its massive Carry On Up The Smut pay off at the end.

It is, in short, a cracker, and the chorus alone is an immense monument to Finnish song shapes. Of course she's got her detractors (and you have no idea how hard it was not to go full Sid James on that last sentence clause), but heck, when a song's as anthemic as this, well you can't really go wrong. As the old boy Wogan may have said, it's one for the Dads. But can you imagine a whole arena pumping its fist and chanting the song's title? It's going to be a beautiful moment.

Ireland 2025 - Emmy - Laika Party

 

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Emmy, oh Emmy, you optimistic dreamer. Yes, it would be lovely to imagine that the Russian space pooch of which you sing is still having a lovely life up there. But sadly the reality is nowhere near as delightful, and I fear you ought to know the truth in a gentle friendly manner before the grown ups start shouting at you.

For starters, we hate to tell you this, but animals live considerably shorter lives, for the most part, than we humans. Laika was fired into the dark unknown in 1957, and was estimated to have been around three years old at the time. That would make her 71 years old at this point in history, which is just shy of 500 years in doggy terms. Quite an innings for a tree, let alone a medium-sized mammal.

On top of that, the poor lass was only given enough food for six days, and there was no heating in her tiny cramped cabin. So if she managed to survive the shock of the launch and the hypothermia of life in space, she would probably have only survived for about a fortnight at best, bless her. And as if all that wasn't enough, Sputnik 2, the craft of her sad demise, fell to back to Earth from its short orbit just over five months after its launch. So your chances of there being any kind of party going between Laika and all the various fruit flies, monkeys, mice and other pups that were up there even days after she first went up are pretty slim.  

And I must also take issue with some of your other statements, ma'am. It's doubtful that anyone cheered her off, as the Baikonur Cosmodrome was an ultra secret facility in the deserty wastes of Kazakhstan. And as for the supposition that if she hadn't flown, neither would the rest of us, am I to assume that the Wright Brothers mean nothing to you? Or Louis Blériot? The Montgolfiers, perhaps? Quite when do you imagine that powered flight began, ma'am? Or quite what they were up to when they kidnapped poor Laika from the cold streets of Moscow?

Oh Emmy. Sweet sweet Emmy. Remember that hamster you had that seemed to live for your entire childhood? That was actually seven different hamsters. Your parents carefully replaced each one after it passed away after about a year or so. And Timmy your lovely ginger cat that suddenly changed personalities strangely when you were around seven? That'll be Timmy #1 and Timmy #2 I'm afraid. The latter turned up after the former had a sad incident with a delivery van, but thankfully you never noticed. Perhaps that's why you seem to think that Laika could live forever in one of the most hostile environments known to life?

We hate to break it to you, Emmy, but we think you're old enough to understand now. Possibly…

Slovenia 2025 - Rai - Frederick's Dead

 

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When we had our first cursory skim through the songs for EMA we quickly dismissed this one as the kind of arch wackiness that usually makes our skin crawl. But friends of the site assured us "No, you wait!" And we must confess that seeing these lads looking like proper metallists in the intro clip did pique our interest a tad more than we were expecting. I mean heck, we thought it was going to be a bunch of ironic muso lads in carnified stripy trews and wescots, but this lot look like they knew their wonky prog metal. heck, one of them was even wearing an Igorrr shirt! (Go look 'em up if your ears can take it!) This might actually be more interesting than we first imagined!

And what we got was truly odd if you're well versed in things prog-metallic. Half the band were stripped to the waist in proper black metal stances, offering us mere glimpses of the noodly tech metal they usually play, while the other half delivered a plinky-plonky sideshow waltz. It was a highly strange mash up of genres and cultures - so bewildering in fact that you almost forgot about the little baldie gremlin prowling about in front of the camera giving it the creepy faces.

I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall during the writing session where someone in the band - probably the keyboard player - said "I'll tell you what, it'd be funny if we had a stab at the Eurovision with this one!" "Noooooo!" said most of the rest. "It'll ruin our cool kids of progressive image if we do that!" "But wait!" said the singer, "I've got a plan!"

And even more strangely it did alright on the night. It was clearly never going beat local telly god Klemen or this week's girl in her pants waving her hair about,  but it finished a respectable sixth from twelve. Let's just hope all the cool music snobs in the local prog noodle scene see it for the spot of fun it was…