You know when you run into something that is too good to be true; it probably means it isn’t true? Yep, that’s Belgium summed up for you this year.
Yay, we remembered there were 18 more songs to go and just saw the first dress rehearsal for the second semi final. It is also brewing up to be a great show, of course. The undisputable highlight being our favourite Schlagerboys appearing on the big screen, driving around in a taxi, which we’ve heard is shady business in Stockholm. This is what else to expect:
01 Latvia Justs Heartbeat
Has shown a vast selection of leather jackets, so it is a bit disappointing that he chose the black one for the stage. Maybe he should borrow Poland’s stylist? Other than that, douze points for effort. Will be in the run for best performance in the final together with Hungary’s Freddie.
02 Poland Michał Szpak Color Of Your Life
After the Bosnia & Herzegovina disaster in the first semi final, we are happy there is at least half a cello left for Poland. Michal wants people to sing along, and we can now reveal why you know that melody so easily: it echoes the riff of “I will survive”, which is a message we keep repeating to ourselves every morning these days. Clever little thing that Captain Jack Sparrow. Continue reading
Ok, here’s the deal. Can’t the EBU just ban the Flemish broadcaster VRT from handling the selection process of Belgium’s Eurovision entry ever again? The French folks over at RTBF seem to have gotten the hang of it lately, scoring the best result for Belgium in ages with Loïc Nottet’s 4th place last year. Sometimes being democratic can be such a nuisance.
Sadly you won’t find your favorite Eurovision bloggers reporting live from the press center and from premier VIP seating inside the arena this year. Due to a series of unforeseen circumstances, which we won’t bore you with the details. But we promise to be back on location next year when it’s Italy’s turn to host Eurovision again!
Wow. Just wow. How old did you say this kid was? As much as we love and adore the Eurovision Song Contest, let’s be honest and admit that it’s not exactly a venue for hatching out the biggest and brightest stars of the future. With a few notable exceptions it’s rather a place where has-beens can attempt to revive their fading careers, middle-of-the-road decent artists can flourish for a few months just long enough to keep the public’s interest and where one-hit wonders blast into the center of attention only to disappear into everlasting obscurity the minute the closing credits are done.
So. First semi final is no more than a week away and rehearsals are well on their way. Here are some of the most important facts we have picked up on this far:
- Georgia is way funnier than first anticipated.How unbelievably cool is it to bring a parachute onstage? If you are to dance around high as a kite onstage, why not bring your kite, we say. And there is a slight possibility Israel’s lady might blow us all up, so security equipment is welcomed.
- Speaking of Israel, we have an announcement to make: Three pair of pants have been found lurking around the airport looking for their owners. Mei and choir chicks can report to the information desk in order to get fully dressed for next week.
The country that terrorized the world during the late 90s with Helmut Lotti goes Classic I, II, III and Final Edition (holy crap, enough already!) decided to treat us to another round, meet Axel Hirsoux!
All righty then! While most of our fellow Norwegians have spent the day suffocating in too tight bunads, stuffing their face with ice cream and hotdogs, we have been in Malmø Arena to catch the first dress rehearsal before the Grand Final. How very exiting. Squeal!
We can promise you a wicked show, the Swedes certainly know their stuff and you can really tell they have been gagging to transfer Melodifestivalen to a pan European format.
We honestly thought it was something wrong with our ears the first time we watched the youtube clip from the Belgian NF where it was decided that handpicked Roberto Bellarosa would bring Love Kills with him to Malmö in May. Swear to God, it sounded truly awful. Continue reading
It’s not a good sign when writing a review feels like just another boring chore that has be done on a dull Sunday night. When we actually consider cleaning the fridge or alphabetizing our spice rack rather then trying to come up with something clever or witty to say about today’s chosen song. This is how we feel about Belgium’s entry this year. Iris’ song “Would you” is so frightfully boring Continue reading