We've been strangely short of true frocky horrors so far this season, so it was reassuring to see young Krista tottering around in her wedding dress in a particularly literal reading of a knuckle-gnawing lyric.
But while at first look it feels like a right rotter, before too long it gets under your skin, and you start appreciating it in that kind of so-bad-it's-good kind of a way. And when at 2:20 she messes up her slut drop so gloriously that it changes the pitch of her voice, you'll be hooked - and feel a bit dirty for it, too.
Ordinarily you'd think this song wouldn't stand a cat in hell's chance in any reasonable final. But its fellow contenders are such a torpid bunch that it punches through all that normalness like a miniature fun riot. It couldn't get to Malmo... could it?
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