In which I continue my thorough and well-thought out reviews of this year’s Eurovision entries.
Because I live a rich and fulfilling life…
If I’m honest, this year’s entry isn’t as good as either, but it’s still a decent song. One that you might remember long after the evening’s festivities.
Here’s Marco Mengoni, who, despite the god-awful hillbilly-slash-serial-killer hairdo, has a great voice.
No gimmicks. No costumes or stupid dances. It’ll probably bomb, but who knows? This time next year in Roma?