This year The Sunstroke Project are to entertain Europe with a disturbing little narrative video all about how your mother will ruin your sex life.
Your date arrives at the front door of your apartment, accompanied by your mother. At first, your mother applauds your well dressed hospitality, and it is demonstrated that if you behave like a well brought up young man and offer your date tea and cake and play the ukulele, then she will start to undress and bake you another cake in return. Mother knows best.
Eventually you get married, but when parting the bridal veil to kiss your beloved – yes – it’s your mother. Finally you wake up in the marital bed and… don’t worry, it’s not your ma in the room with you.
The video gives some twisted coherence to the lyrics, which otherwise make no particular sense however many times I read them. They sing “Hey Mamma!” a lot, but the full Freudian unheimlich of the song is unclear without the narrative framing that the video provides. Perhaps in Gagauz, the lyrics are logical and explicable, but the Eurovision website only provides an English lyric, which has verses like this:
Hey, hey you
You will never hide what you think of me
I see your clue
Know, you worry, but it don`t meant to be
Hey, hey you
It`s your girl and maybe should sleep at home
But I`ll steal her alone.
I can’t make these words, in this order, mean very much. Can you?
Of course, the narrative of the video cannot really be reproduced in a live stage performance, which is just as well, probably. Fortunately, we can (and should) forget all about the lyrics because The Sunstroke Project (who are no strangers to Eurovision), do actually have their own signature sound. Built around saxophone and electric violin, there’s is a minimalist aesthetic which draws attention to its own eccentricity. Whether or not you actually like the song, or the performance, there can be no doubt that three guys from Moldova are trying hard not to sound like anyone else in Europe. And for Europe’s poorest nation, that’s both a laudable and a plausible endeavour.
Latvia offers a more techno-trance version of minimalism:
Iceland’s entry isn’t really a Eurovision song either:
Georgia’s offering is undoubtedly a bigger if not bolder initiative:
Frankly, I prefer Finland: