Malta
Kurt and his chums cut quite the trendy dash is fashions
that are now beyond both my age and girth. It’s a lively performance and
whether the clothes are costumes or just civvies they work well with the song,
lending it a younger, more current feel than perhaps the music suggests. I like
this, it’s a nice piece of uplift that amongst all the ballads in this semi-final
should stand out well, though try as I might I can only really see it scraping
in by the seat of Kurt’s very tight pants as I just don’t know where its
support is going to come from. I do think it would be a very nice addition to
the final though. I was quite taken by the keyboard player with the spikey hair
until he started crouping his creels all over the shop, and I think this
detracts from the overall appeal of the song. I am liking Kurt’s little
soft-shoe shuffle though. I must practise that at home before I try to do it
spontaneously in the EuroClub after a Xirdalan beer and break my ankle.
Belarus
They do like to bring their own mic stands from Belarus, don’t
they? The Belarus-loving woman (I can’t recall her name, I wonder where she is
now?) had some last year too. Litesound parade around the stage singing this
quite well if a little obviously, but it sounds fine. I’m a little wary of
songs that proclaim victory, although it must be said it sounds more like they’re
claiming to be sausages (“we are the wieners!”) than vainquers. Mind you Kurt
from Malta has just boldy told us it’s his night. I wonder whether coming after
Malta might take a little off Kurt’s shine? I can see both of these clamouring
for that elusive 10th place, though I’d put Kurt ahead on
likeability.
Portugal
One day, one day, we will get to go to wonderful Lisbon for
Eurovision. It won’t be 2013 though. I really do admire the Portuguese for
ploughing their own furrow so determinedly and continuing to send songs that
could only be Portuguese and will only ever have limited appeal. It’s like the whole
of the rest of both Europe and Eurovision history has passed them by. Filipa is
a dream; she was just so lovely and enthusiastic at the London Preview Party
you just can’t help wanting her to qualify, and she can sing the pants off this
song, so it’s certainly not her ability that’s in question. I LOVE this, but
despite doing exactly what it sets out to do, I don’t think that qualifying has
been listed amongst this song's objectives, which is a great shame, but there’s just
too much competition for it. Sadly I see this missing out. Two more things to
note: I’d like a closer look at the male backing singer in red, and I hope that’s
not her frock for the night!
Monty x
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