



About bloody time, Eurovision!





It has long been a tradition here at Apocalypse to post a review of the first song we hear in each passing on season - however terrible or dreary that it is. But we've not had to wait until beyond the middle of November in a long, long time. It's like everybody's been scared to the the first, this time round. So thank heavens for Slovenia's EMA Freš concept, that gives a lot of plucky triers a bit of a go at getting onto EMA proper with their home produced videos and earnest looks at the camera.





Well, I say thank heavens. That was more in relief that we've finally got going than the quality of the songs that I heard. But the Marmoris boys here shall be remembered in history as the first aspiring entry that we heard in the 2020s - long after any recollection of its actual dreariness has subsided.





Which is a shame, 'cos a serious looking bloke rapping in a Slavic language, interspersed by and even more serious fella emoting with a deep, minor key voice is usually catnip to these pages. But sadly this pair look like they've just popped out for lunch from work in an office where no one's quite sure what the company actually does, to swiftly record a clip for the telly, then nip back an hope nobody's missed them. This was the second take.





But all this is irrelevant. The season is upon us and we must rejoice. Huzzah!





(PS Can we have Switzerland's freakazoid open application system back soon please? We're missing that bonkers alcaholic choir!)



