This Eurovision season seems to be a goldmine for those of us enjoying decent rock music. Check out this little gem from Montenegro:
As entries have been continuously confirmed for Stockholm, great rock tunes have popped up all over Europe, really. Especially in the more eastern countries, which we all know are way ahead of the rest of us. And when even Thomas G:Son drew a Cypriote rock band out of his magic hat, we just had to believe there’s a new loud in town. Mind you, that is quite ok with us.
Tonight is a big one coming up for us as Norway is on, and no less than FIVE of the guys on our hotlist. We recommend a bottle of Chardonnay, Valium and an oxygen mask within reach. If all goes well and we don’t pass out with overexcitement before the Czech Republic sings, we hope we will be able to celebrate the following ten countries going through to the Grand Final (click on the links to read our review):
Ok, we admit not to have been the keenest supporters of Balkan ballads on this blog. However, after having watched BBC’s cut-and-dried 60th anniversary show the other night we have come to the realization that Eurovision without it is pretty much worthless. The anniversary show is perhaps worth a separate blog post, but please bear with us when we use this opportunity to point out just how wrong it was to leave out the history defining winner Molitva and Lane Moje. It’s beyond us, after all this competition is about so much more than just Scandinavian schlagers, Johnny Logan and a couple of gender benders.
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.
Eurovision isn’t political you say? Please welcome this different organism:
Actually, in Norway most people think Rambo Amadeus is from FYROM, as our very own Per Sundnes ever so proudly announced on TV during our national final. But hey, we won’t be the ones to flunk him. Let’s just tell you another story. Because it just so happens that we’ve had a large dispute the last couple of days after a middle aged left winger who used to be worth mentioning the name of decided to throw an utterly racist song out there and blame it on satire when confronted. Continue reading