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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
Monty x
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