Well, it’s Greek. And angry. And verging on tuneless. Especially the bizarre chorus. I can speak from extensive experience: Alcohol is most definitely not free.
Performed by Koza Mostra, Greece’s entry falls into the newish category of “shout something in English in the hope it will turn into a sing-a-long tune for the masses”.
Funnily enough, I can picture it being played in Mediterranean bars this summer, to accompany the kind of drinking games that result in hospitalisation and pregnancy.
Greece won’t win with this and I think Greece knows this.
And is just fine with that.
I also have to wonder: will they wear the kilts on stage?