Thursday, April 3, 2014
Semi 1: 10 Belgium
I'm really glad that people are fond of their mothers. I really think you should. I really love my mother too, you know. I am, however, less than thrilled when people feel the need to express their motherly love in song. It easily becomes a little bit too much.
Axel Hirsoux - Mother (Belgium 2014)
It would perhaps be easy to crack jokes about Axel himself, but that would be a cheap shot. I think Axel has a great voice, even if I would prefer him to turn the volume down a bit. More interpretation, less vocal excess. But he's not the problem.
The problem is the violently pompous nature of the song paired with a set of lyrics that could be specifically written for Norman Bates. These words don't feel heartfelt, they just feel awkward. Even a bit disturbing.
More is more, Krista Siegfrids said last year. But there must be a limit to anything, and this song is the musical equivalent of drowning in mayonnaise.
Qualifier: Yes. People with poor taste are everywhere. They vote too.
My grade: 1/5