Do you ever take a swipe through all the Eurovision contestants and feel like screaming ‘FORGET THAT ORGANIC DANISH COTTON WOOL, MY COUNTRY HAS THE BEST FUCKIN SONG FOR CHRIST SAKE’?
We do. This year at least. But of course, being serious bloggers with very highly acclaimed critical skills, we cannot write that. We have to do one thorough analysis for the sake of justice and impartiality. Which of course sucks, but here we go.
Margaret Berger is known in Norway for participating in Idol, losing to a silly version of Rod Stewart and disappearing, like most people. Thus we were super happy when she returned for this year’s MGP and actually showed talent, unlike most people. Her dress was fabulous enough to secure her ticket to Malmö alone, and then her voice is fabulous on top of that. She has a song that reminds you a little – eh, rephrase – a lot of Björk, and that’s never ever a bad thing.
The song is written by another fabulous Norwegian – eh, rephrase – Swedish, lady, Karin Park and a couple of other blokes thrown in for gender equality. It balances perfectly on the edge between rock and electronica and we do enjoy the drummer. Have to say we didn’t bother to decipher the very arty, metaphory lyrics of hers, but we’re sure there’s a butterfly in there and we’re sure it’s all deep and noteworthy.
Only a small remark on the performance. We so wish Margaret is singing on her own, but we’re never quite sure, as she doesn’t seem to be making much of an effort to move her lips. Also, we’re sometimes wondering if Margaret’s thighs are glued together and that’s the opposite of what we would do for Eurovision. Guess that’s just us trying to be critical, though, and her trying to be victorian. Let’s just say it works.
And then you can repeat after us: NORWAY HAS ONE OF THE BEST FUCKIN SONGS THIS YEAR FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. GO MARGARET!