I was a little skeptical of the concept of age-segmented voting.

Dividing the viewers into as many as eight different voice groups felt unnecessarily detailed.

Then I did not see this evening in front of me.

When six of the eight spectator groups' votes were reported, it was even a beard between the middle veteran Anna Bergendahl and Medina who lined up for the first time as a group.

Terribly exciting.

We who judged Medina's blatant singing that was too plowing for a final place had to see us disproved.

They took home twelve in the age group 30-44 years and it was decided.

Conclusion: their fans are older than I thought.

But In the Mist is also a wonderfully bushy mix of everything from Latin pop, Balkan winds and martial arts.

Happy word mass

Otherwise, I have thought a lot about this week's lyrics.

And found that if you are prone to cynicism and spiritual darkness, you are wisest not to listen to what the songs are about.

The artists' happy talk is like a suffocating self-help book.

First out in the fourth part of the competition was the aforementioned Anna Bergendahl who wanted to "give hope and comfort".

Mello debutant Angelino's ballad was about a relationship that ended "but which was the beginning of something new".

And Malin Christin lined up with a song about what your friends are trying to tell you when you have been dumped.

You know, the choir of friends who say, "He's stupid in the head and does not deserve you."

In short, Melodifestivalen is a mass of words of pepper where nothing is allowed to be really dark.

Klara Hammarström said cockily that she with her contribution Runt to the hills wanted to show that "We in Sweden do not need to apologize because we want somewhere and have big goals".

Exciting!

I prick up my ears.

But no, the song was unfortunately not about peeing on the male law.

IT would have been really interesting.

The corset deserved a final place

Luckily, the favorite tipped Hammarström went on to the final in any case.

Everything else had been a minor scandal.

Not because of the captivating beat or the stage show where she fights against her inner demon.

But voluntarily wearing a gold corset that makes it impossible to sit in the Green room is a sacrifice that must be rewarded.

The lyrics may be banal, but the program should be praised for throwing itself wildly between genres in a way that is unusual for one and the same sub-competition.

The Schlager opera finally made a comeback with Tenori's bloated "La stella".

And Casper Janebrink from Arvingarna was back in the competition but had dressed up as a werewolf and changed the dance band lukewarm to growl.

Nähä ok it was the singer in the (soft) hard rock band Lillasyster.

Yet!

Although it is usually the mainstream pop that brings home the victory in the end, it is a mix that keeps me in a good mood on the TV couch.

Lazy midnight

Oscar Zia sang a couplet about starting to nibble on tablets because the program manager job has been so tough.

True to habit and narcissism, they then continued to fill the midnight with remixes of old interludes.

It's easy to whine about laziness, but I understand that you want to put Nanne Grönwall on stage again, dressed as a murderous elf.

Her song Jealousy from 1998 is a ragged mid-classic.

And look there, a text that is not about being strong and hopeful and getting up but about rolling around in a real mortal sin.

More like that please.