Spain: Blas Canto

So here's Spain and Blas Canto. Canto is Spanish for singing and so Blas wins the prize for nominative determinism although perhaps he should've been called Blas Mirando-Pensativo-y-Actuando-Como-Un-Modelo-de-Moss-Bros.

Given the premise of this blog is to compare the songs of each returning artist, I suppose we should mention the song. Dynamics in a song are important and songs building is all good and can be done really well. But you can't plod along for 2:30, hit a stupidly high note (which Blas does indeed do well) and then sing a bit louder for the last few seconds and expect a scooby snack for your troubles. If there's a Eurovision purgatory then this song will be on the playlist there and everyone will sort of enjoy it a bit maybe until they get sent up for some Little Big heaven or down to join Dustin the Turkey in Eurohades.

The video has some fun glitter people but also features Blas as a poor man's Neo from the Matrix hanging out in the desert and trying to market the world's worst PPE. 

Verdict: Universo-so

So Blas wrote this around the time his father died and recorded it while his grandmother was dying of covid and there is clear emotion in the song. And while it is not my cup of tea, it does highlight the brilliance of Eurovision that Blas can feature on a lineup that includes Italian rock, Icelandic synthesised geekery, Flo Rida and Lithuanian chickens.

I am sure there will be space duirng the night for some reflection on all the tragedy of 2020 and Blas will no doubt play his part in this.