“Plucky little Belgium has a point at last”
He marches around, gurns, pirouettes, face-grabs and even lies down on stage for a bit. He’s possibly bonkers. He’s possibly letting everything go after spending months in an office job. Maybe his drinks were spiked before hand. Whatever happened, I know one thing – this is a cuckoo-bananas song more twisted than a telephone wire and I bloody love it.
Of course it’s got layers of influences showing itself like the fabric of a cheap coat. It’s Eurovision, there’s no originality here. What it has works all the contemporary and current on-trend influences into something genuinely endearing. The Lorde-style introduction kicks off a very different kind of Eurovision pop song, one which experts in this sort of thing might say, “Hang on, that’s Germany’s winner from 2009.” I have a sneaking regard for pop with even the slightest hint of subversive character about it. I know where it comes from, I know what it is, but for me, “Rhythm Inside” and the curious Loïc singing it are two stand-out highlights of the year.