Omar Naber begins this rather lumbering power-ballad wearing ceremonial robes that look as though they are intended for the High Provost of the University of Westeros. He resembles an arthiritic pachyderm when he attempts even the slightest movement. Severely encumbered by this heavy drapery, he exchanges it as soon as he can for a jacket that looks like a matador’s outfit that’s in the process of being re-tailored for a production of Starlight Express. The effect of this sartorial liberation is to give even more oomph to an already oomphed up chorus.
Here’s the video:
It’s easy to be distracted by the costume change in the video, and I have to remind myself that for the live competitive performance he’ll be forced to pick one or the other or neither.
What we’re left with is the quite straightforward spectacle of a naive young man belting out a song for all his young heart is worth. Perhaps more important than the song is the fact that virtually any young person singing as loudly as they can and as naively as they can, has a kind of timeless appeal. While not remotely interesting, this performance conveys a kind of likeability. You’d take him home. He wouldn’t stay long and you’d soon tire of him, but you’d have him round for tea.
With few points for originality on offer, Omar should nevertheless definitely get points for effort, assuming that his vocal performance on the night remotely approximates to his performance in this video.
Of course, these points for effort should not add up to a win.
Portugal offers something just a bit more special:
Anyhow, Portugal’s offering is infinitely more palatable than Poland’s:
A man who needs a deal of personal space is this guy from Montenegro:
Equally sexualised is the Moldovan entry:
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: