Now we're talking. When Electric Fields were first called as an Australian contender we reckoned it could have gone one of two ways. Either they'd temper their usual unique and interesting styles to the perceived confines of Eurovisionia, or they'd go the whole hog and just do what they do and damn the consequences.Thank heavens they went for the latter option.Because man this song is cool. Effortlessly cool. Cool in a way that post-Aminata Latvia could only dream of. Cooler than the entire slate of Eesti Laul performers this year. Yeah, that cool.But of course, cool doesn't necessarily mean prizes, to mix a Brucie metaphor. The Australian public are a hitherto unknown quantity round these parts, and it's unclear exactly what they'll be looking for. The smart money suggests that if they've got their music head on it'll be a shoe-in for Sheppard, but if the more traditional Eurofan gets their voting boots on, well our Courtney could be bagging the Israel ticket. And when you factor in all the popular casting show kiddies in the final Aussie line up, well the portents aren't terribly good for this mob.But the one thing we know for sure is that the stage show is almost certain to be a stunning, and one that makes it onto all the near miss clips at the end of the season. Indeed, it's one of those divisive that people will either fight a wild lion for, or they just won't see what all the fuss is about, with little in between.And where do we stand on this matter? Here kitty kitty...