Susuto

The Eurovision Song Contest is a good metaphor for Europe. A contest in which godawful and often downright weird pop bands, who’re so bad they’re not even commercially viable in this era of shitty techno (is that a tautology?) and CGI frogs, compete and are judged by countries based on prejudices and hatred for each other. I suppose that’s fair enough really. Much easier to do that than try to judge it on the quality of the music.

I’m not sure how people in the rest of the EU (plus outlying quasi-European states) view it, but in Britain those who do force themselves to sit through some or any of it, do so to be ironic. You know, ‘Did you see the Eurovision Song contest last night?’ ‘Yeah, it was hilarious. Real car-crash TV!’

I’ve only heard snippets of System of a Down songs (the time between it coming on a music channel and me finding the remote in time or watching gameplay videos where the uploader has added their music to the video, prompting me to hit the mute button), but enough to know they’re not my kind of thing. I’m not sure whether they view themselves as having any sort of musical integrity (whatever that means), but if they do, they’re taking it - if indeed they have any, whatever it is - and tossing it in a garden mulcher by making noises about wanting to be in this contest.