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Eyþór is alive! Or at least that what he’s keeps telling us all through his song: eg a lif! It’s a close shave though as he almost drowns in the video. We see him as a fisherman (maybe singing’s just a sideline?) out in his little boat, slicing up his catch of the day until he nicks his finger on his filleting knife. This unleashes untold agony and although he manages to bandage it up the unbearable pain soon sees him tossing himself overboard into the icy seas (although this being the magic of film-making it might only be the same municipal swimming pool that we saw Hera Bjork parading herself around in the other year). It seems a bit over dramatic for a common household injury if you ask me but we all deal with life’s hardships in our own way. The song itself is a spirited Celtic-hued ballad, the kind you suspect something about God might be lurking within at any given lyric. It’s not without its appeal, but it’s an acquired taste genre-wise. Astonishingly Eyþór is only 23; those long Icelandic winters must take their toll as he looks, politely, considerably more mature. If you can get past the ridiculous hairdo he’s actually quite rugged-looking in his chunky pullover. I might change my name to Delilah and see if I can snip the locks off in Malmö, he’d be much improved with a crew cut. He’s only really got Norway as a natural ally in his semi-final which might hamper his chance of qualifying. I think he’s borderline, and although I do quite like it, it will be neither a stunning addition nor much missed in the final if he doesn’t make it.
My score: 7 points