Just another UK election

Remember The Scatman? After a long and much appreciated leave of absence he is discovered in the British Isles:

The British tend to elect the wrong people these days, no doubt about that. That’s why we were quite surprised when Electro Velvet showed up in Eurovision and a) were not a useless boyband and b) did not wear less clothes than Kim Kardashian on the beach and c) did not look like anyone that used to be famous for a while, not even like Bonnie Tyler. Bliss.

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Germany smoked out a winner eventually

Ok, insert interesting backstory: Unser Song für Österrich blablablablabla, Andreas Kümmert, blablablabla, wait, what? Shock and disbelief! Blablablabla, runner-up, blablablabla, Ann Sophie with Black Smoke!

Unless you have been hiding under a rock since New Years Eve, or don’t have the slightest interest in the Eurovision Song Contest (in case of the latter we wonder why you read our blog), there’s no way you’ve missed this national selection season’s biggest scandal. It was thoroughly covered in a timely manner by most fan sites and even by the mainstream media across Europe so we won’t bore you with details, but this post by our favorite Eurovision bloggers across the pond sums the shenanigans up nicely.

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The Big 5 + Denmark

It rains A LOT in Costa del Sol! Thanks Ruth for giving us yet another reason for NOT going there for our upcoming summer holiday.

During the Jury Final last night all of a sudden a few acts we couldn’t remember from before popped up. We almost forgot that paying your way straight to the final is also an option; only someone forgot to tell Russia and Azerbaijan about it yet. Here are our reviews of the Big 5 and the host country! Continue reading

Grand final: Fun facts and what to expect

“In the beautiful, Norwegian village of Bryne you can find a piano like this in every home”

Yay, the grand final is rapidly approaching in Copenhagen! We just watched the jury final, and here’s a heads up on what to expect:

1.Ukraine: Tick-Tock sung by Mariya Yaremchuk

Struggles to impress us with a man in a hamster wheel. That’s nothing but a nice try when Greece has THREE men on a TRAMPOLINE.

2.Belarus: Cheesecake sung by Teo

Thank God the final at least has one song about cakes. Claims to not be Patrick Swayze, which is great as he never would be able to lift us anyway.

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Missed opportunities for Italy

Marco Mengoni took Europe by storm in Malmö and we all thought he was the best thing to come out of Italy since someone came up with the idea to put tomato sauce and cheese on a flat piece of dough and let it bake in the oven. Then someone told us that it’s the Italian women who rock the music scene down there nowadays, and if they really wanted to display homegrown talent in Eurovision they should send a girl next year. Meet Emma Marrone:

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Big 5 reviews (+ Sweden)

Marco when he found out he scored 10 points in Good Evening Europe’s hottest men in Eurovision pageant.

Ok, then, that’s all the 20 finalists coming out of the semi-finals settled. Now it’s time to focus fully on the Grand Final and take a look at those who simply skips the hassle of qualifying, the Big 5 and the host country. You’ll find entries scattered along the scale from bloody awful to absolutely brilliant! This completes this years’ reviews:

United Kingdom

Eurovision voting guide for losers and relegated

Oh crap, we suddenly realized Norway is actually out. Up until now we have been in denial and sort of wished it was a bad dream. We bet a lot of our fellow country madames et messieurs really struggle to come up with one single reason why to turn on the telly round about nine o’clock tonight, let alone, who on earth should they vote for? And we are in good company with the likes of Portuguese, Israelis and Poles, to mention a few. And not to forget, the Dutch! They should be used to this situation, maybe we should ask them for some advise on how to deal with the humiliation of being among the losers and the relegated.

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