… because this song was on life support at the FdC but now it’s virtually dying on its arse. People of Europe, you need to imagine the worst song you could (and not the one that’s just been on), then throw the kitchen sink at it, but half way through that realise your country is in recession so you only throw pence at your staging.
Styling och Consulting was not in evidence, neither was any vocal ability (she’s very weak indeed and isn’t even being carried by her backing singers) and despite it being the first rehearsal, Suzy seems to be lacking in every department you can imagine.
No stage presence, no dancing from her but lots from the drumming boys in the back ground and the first few notes of the song are flatter than a week old bottle of Diet Coke.
If you can, on Tuesday, get further than the 54 seconds I got on the first run through, good luck to you. It’s not being invited to the final in any way, shape or form. And, in a cruel twist of fate, the final note (is supposed to be the money shot) is miles out of tune.
Make no mistake – this is amateur hour at the OK Coral.
