Pew, whatta night! Who would have thought that an hour and a half of family friendly entertainment on a random Saturday in January can bring you to hell and back with bells on? We seriously question our own sanity and whether it’s even possible to sit through so much off key singing without obtaining permanent emotional scars. Thank Gawd there were a few decent acts to restore our faith in the possible possession of perfect pitch. Here’s our take on the shenanigans in Florø last night:
- Dear Jenny Skavlan; you’re a pretty girl of many talents. You’re a trendy fashionista with a great sense of style and we dig your creative take on reusing old rags and bringing new glory to your nan’s old bed linens and so on. But you see, MGP is a big thing for us fans. And you’re kinda ruining it with your need to challenge yourself and doing stuff you’re not really that good at. Like hosting one of Norway’s biggest and most popular, live TV-shows. And btw, inhabitants from Sarpsborg are called sarpinger. Congratulations on insulting 53 734 people.
- And Erik Solbakken, you’re not entirely off the hook either. Perhaps you’re better suited as the hilarious sidekick with glittery knickers and rediculous wigs.
- We can never get enough of middle aged mayors of insignificant small towns scattered along Norway’s rough edges, bursting with pride in their ill-fitting Dressmann suits and blingy livery collars. Truly touching.
- Some readers may now get the impression that we’re stalling to avoid saying something about the actual songs in the second semi-final. You’re absolutely correct.
- Ok, then. What can we say about Martin Blomvik’s effort to become the Norwegian counterpart of the delicious Dane Rasmus Seebach? As little as possible, we hope.
- What was Martin, Shackles and Haji even doing in Florø? For the sake of their self-confidence, we advise them to watch the re-run on mute. But at least they all looked good, and we approve of their fresh attitudes and how sincere and genuinely likable they came across. Besides, we acknowledge the fact that it’s probably not easy to recreate a slick studio recording of such RnB numbers live.
- There’s no excuses to be made for the miserable performance by Hans Erik “Hank von Helvete” Dyvik Huseby on the other hand. He’s given a no-nonsense, straightforward ditty, only to turn it into a fuck-up of epic proportions. Oh, the Schadenfreude all the previous participants he sent packing as a judge on the Norwegian Idol panel must have felt last night. We’re almost feeling sorry for him for (once again!) making a fool of his sorry ass on national TV. But then again he should know better, and we can only hope this means we’ll hear less of his pompous blabbering from now on.
- We’re a tiny tad disappointed with Alexander Rybak’s return to MGP, but by all means, Annsofi performed well and earned her rightful place in the big final line-up. Not too sure about her mullet dress though.
- Fjellfolk is this year’s folkloristic alibi. Sometimes these acts make it into the final, like Helene Bøksle, sometimes they win nationally, like Christine Guldbrandsen, and once in a while they even win internationally, like Secret Garden and Alexander Rybak did. We’d be very surprised if Fjellfolk goes all the way to the top, but we do not mind seeing them in Spektrum.
- Amidst a sea of misery last night, cool and preppy Margaret Berger closed the show and sure sounded like a winner. We would love to see her in Malmö and firmly believe she would do well there. She’s miles ahead of the others with her confident performance, strong vocals and a modern, well produced number which has a huge hit potential. The GEE jury is still out with regards to her bandage dress. Can’t make up our minds on whether it makes her look like a brave, kickass Ice-queen or just a very dead Tutankhamon. The deliberations will continue until we see Mags again in Spektrum!
Two down, one to go. Looking forward to whatever Larvik has in store for us next weekend. Hurrah!