THE YEAR OF NO GREAT BREAK THROUGHS
THE YEAR OF BLACK, WHITE AND METALLIC GREY
THE YEAR THAT PANTS OUTNUMBER DRESSES*
Where’s the passion? Where’s the guts? And really: All Aboard!? That means there’s a TRAIN COMING, peoples! Nothing to do with the ocean.
THE OFFICIAL TOP THREE
MY TOP THREE
DENMARK. RASMUSSEN. HIGHER GROUND.
Anthemic. Powerful. And a KEY CHANGE. Could have done with a bit more of the Ruslana-Wild-Dances-type-choreography but mesmerising anyway. And beautifully crafted lyrics and imagery. Freeze the arrow in the air, boys!
CZECH REPUBLIC. MIKOLAS JOSEPH.
LIE TO ME.
Exuberant. Cheeky. Fun. Was there a camel in his backpack?
ITALY. NON ME AVETE FATTO NIENTE. ERMAL META & FABRIZIO MORO.
Honest, earnest with a driving melody. Go Ermal & Fabrizio.
Special mention to:
MOLDOVA. MY LUCKY DAY. DoReDoS.
How can you not love this song? Saucy. Upbeat. And choreographed to perfection! So clever.
SERBIA. NOVA DECA. SANJA ILIC & BALKANIKA.
Hey, the drums don’t work! Almost brilliant but not quite. Dramatic traditional flavour.
FRANCE. MERCY, MADAME MONSIEUR.
FINLAND. MONSTERS. SAARA AALTO.
Polished and powerful and catchy. Great performance, Saara!
* What does this mean for Eurovision? Not sure.