Eurotrash Freak
It probably won’t come to folks, that as a gay man living in the UK, I have a soft spot for the Eurovision Song Contest. It’s cliche I know, but there’s just something so damn entertaining about mediocre pop, over the top histrionics and the general cheesiness of it all. This year’s entries are the usual mix of love-lorn ballads (yawn), ethno beats (that’ll be the Eastern European contingency) and MOR pop-by-numbers.
There’s a disappointing lack of the fantastic euro-pop that ESC is renowned for – over the past few years, everyone seems to be taking it way too seriously – and it seems that the idea is to be as boring (and dare I say straight) as possible.
Thank god for Iceland. With a cross between Britney and Lene from Aqua, Sylvia Night is the true Eurovision star – in a similar vein to Dana International – a song with a great hook, looks like she’s coked up to the high heavens and has an appreciation for gay men.
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