I just have to share this with someone. Anyone. Surely one of the best treatments for depression ever known, this clip is better than Prozac. Stay with it for the full 3 minutes as it just keeps getting better!
Drums, fire, dancing men, dancing men with drums on fire, hallmark Greek 'shake it!' interlude, soloist of undetermined sexuality and vocal range, woman in red dress, traditional throat singing, themes of a underworldly nature. This should be the most sick-makingly contrived piece of Euro-by-numbers ever. After watching it, I'd happily take Gary Glitter and The Twins singing 'Thank Heaven for Little Girls' in Moscow if I could be promised those three precious minutes of Krassimir on the grand stage. Well done that man.
Hello chickies New year new euro! The optimism ends here for me, however, as I have grave concerns that the powers that be across europe (aka drunk televoters and desperate belarussian housewives) may not be taking their responsibilities seriously enough. February has scarcely begun and already we have a clutch of entries for what will be the largest contest in its history. Unfortunately it been downhill since Albania, and Albania was pretty much at sea level to begin with. Those who feared 42 sour-faced lesbian power ballads should have been more careful what they wished for, as even Eastern Europe seems to be taking the piss this year. Much has been made of Ireland's prospective entry from a stuffed turkey named Dustin, with all the predictable cries of "Ireland sends a turkey, what's new???" etc etc. Yet looking at the field so far, Dustin may well be wondering if he isn't risking his artistic integrity. Here are my meanderings on a few of the recent of...
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Britney meets Jimmy Somerville, meets Enya meets David D'Or meets Jemini.
Thank you.