Let's
get it out of the way from the start. As far as I can tell, the Bosnian
representative for 2006 has nothing in common with the whispering, Nazi
sympathising, Dutch double agent, exotic dancer and femme fatale...in
any way whatsoever. In fact, looking at Mr Hari you'd be hard pressed
to see what on earth impelled him to choose a derivative of that namesake.
A wan gentleman with a respect of shiny leather and sizeable proboscis,
Hari is going for the softly softly ethnic approach so adeptly employed
in the recent past. All he'll really need to make it into the final is
a wavering tremor in his voice and a tremendous amount of wooden traditional
instrumentation around him. I'm sure Mari isn't stupid enough to ignore
my sage advice, but whether he will make it into the final shake-up is
less assured. A top ten is a definite, but in the year of the wacko, there
isn't enough here for it to stay in the memory of enough people, Balkan
or no Balkan. Watch out for the rug...under his feet, not on his head. |