It's first rehearsal of semi final one so it must be Montenegro who have a permanent residency on that position. I
Franko: I can't make up my mind whether this man is a genius or a madman. The two are often related in Eurovision. He chants through his somewhat un-radio friendly song with what appears to be thewooden horse of Troy on stage with a strange grin on it's face. Well that's one way to piss off the Greeks. Of course it could just be Dobbin from Rentaghost having some harmless fun. There's a big dial in the background counting down, possibly to remind you that precious moments of your life have been lost listening to this. Vocally sounds awful.
Poirot: I think it has a pleasing symetrical beat that agrees with my sense of order and method.
Franko: But is it any good?
Poirot: No it is complete crap
Franko: Toymaker?
Toymaker: I want to kill him..
Franko: I dare say you're not alone.
Verdict: Montenegro have a tough enough qualifying by going first and all the other Yugo countries being in the other draw without entering something that not even the singer would like. Have a nice trip home... probably by donkey because Montenegran TV can't afford the fare.
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