Okay, so there are 43 songs this year. 43! Plus all the songs that competed to even get to this stage! Can we all agree that’s a lot of songs? Yes? So can you blame me if one or two slips my memory?
Crazy by Franka has been the most forgettable song of this year’s contest. It shouldn’t be – it’s got a nice Bond-themian feel to it, all cigarette smoke and cocktail lounge banquette. It’s the only song that has a spoken bit in the middle of it. And there’s some nice drum and trumpet work.
But the song was selected internally and launched on the world. And Franka hasn’t done any of the press or preparties that her counterparts have done. Maybe she did this to add an air of mystery about it, but Eurovision is not exactly the place to be subtle and mysterious. Eurovisioners are people who love the extra.
Even Franka’s camera work during the staging is subtle. It’s just her out there on stage with a microphone and a stand, which she uses for some finger choreography. She’s incredibly sexy, but what transfixes at a jazz club is not necessarily what transfixes on a large Eurovision stage. (I know, I know. Go ahead and make the Salvador Sobral counterpoint.)
TWITTER JOKES YOU SHOULDN’T BOTHER MAKING BECAUSE THEY’VE ALREADY BEEN DONE BETTER BY THE EUROFANDOM: I don’t think anyone’s made any jokes about this song – it’s been that under the radar.
SHOULD YOU TAKE A PEE BREAK DURING HIS PERFORMANCE: No. It may not qualify for the final, and it is worth watching at least once.