When we were kids trying to catch some sleep on a Saturday night, we had parents who would gather around their bottles of Chianti in a straw clad fiasco bottle that had to be finished and turned into lamp stands. They would also play music matching the following criteria, of which this year’s Croatian entry is a fine example:
- It should originate from a country east of Hamburg
- The melody should be sad, sentimental and serious
- The singing should be quite polyphonic
- The lyrics should be in a totally incomprehensible language
- It should evolve more and more during the song until it explodes in an intensely dramatic finale after which there finally is silence and their children are relieved and fall to sleep.
So far, no good at all. But fear not if you are an idealist Croatian with high hopes for your country to reach far beyond the beaches of Pula. We are quite positive.
This is in fact a decent group of tenors bursting with integrity and for that we salute them and welcome their Christmas in Vienna record next year. Croatia are staying true to their heritage without being overstated or parodic and without as much as a reminder of lederhosen, bagpipes or Gypsy costumes. Well done. The singers will be hearty welcomed as we cannot imagine them singing a single tone out of key and those suits are looking seriously sharp.
Don’t do the mistake we did and translate the lyrics into English, though. We mean “I have no gold. To adorn your lovely form”??? What was going on there? We’ll just spare you for the rest and lock up all translators within reach of Malmö Arena. After all, singing in your own language should always be rewarded, especially when you have nothing to say.
Fun fact of this entry is that the way of singing, klapa singing, is on the world heritage list of Unesco. Now, we wouldn’t mind if these guys end up there too. See y’all in Malmö.