Glory for the Big Four,
as Germany stormed a win with Lena’s bonkersly brilliant Satellite. Turns out that the
West can absolutely win the Eurovision Song Contest when it bothers to churn
out a genuinely good pop song and a, let's call it, 'striking' performance - low key botch job can work a treat sometimes. I’ve already blogged about my Lena
lurve - she just looks like a right laugh. If ever she's up for bier and currywurst, I am IN.
Meanwhile, the UK totally failed to
learn anything from Suga-Lloyd-Webber ‘success’ (it’s all relative and a Top 5
is no mean feat these days), for this year we came last. LAST! - we even came below Spain doing, well, Lord only knows what that 'Juan' was about. (It was even subject to a stage invasion, but was so strange no-one could really tell if that was part of it or not.) The UK's plan was to try and recreate the Stock, Aitken and Waterman glory
days, only a decade later. Key words there - A DECADE LATER. Josh Dubovie (who? Well,
exactly) did his best,
but turns out Europe doesn’t go for popstars who look like prefects, singing rejected Rick
Astley b-sides.
Elsewhere, Romania got some excellent
double piano action in (they’re back for Copenhagen with a
circular piano, no less); Serbia got some excellent bowl cut action in (worth a watch for a great camp jump-yelp), and Greece got some excellent 'white-clad men
singing OPA! with a Game Boy backing track' action in. Not that you'd expect anything less from Greece - if they're not presenting a mini-diva in a teeny dress, it's, ahem, older men in white rousing the crowd. And Giorgos ‘Keifer
Sutherland’ Alkaios and his Friends did a sterling job – why let a receding hairline and beer belly
get in the way of rocking a tight deep cut V?
GOOD TIMES!
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