The Eurovision Song Contest happened this month. I love a bit of Eurovision. Even when the UK couldn’t actually do any worse if it tried. Poor Michael Wotsisflip and his perfectly adequate performance. It wasn’t the absolute shittest song that night. It deserved better than last place. Fourth from last at the very least, I reckon.
In the run up to the competition – during the time when I was ordering mini-flags from Amazon and planning my eurocheeseboard – I was especially excited to hear about Iceland’s entry to the competition, anti-Capitalist BDSM techo performance art group, Hatari.
I’m all for there being more BDSM on Light Entertainment television programmes. More BDSM everywhere, I say.
As it turns out, I was a bit disappointed by Hatari’s performance on the night. The song was great in a shouty goth way, their dancing was enthusiastic and they’d obviously gone to a lot of trouble with their costumes.
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| “Life is meaningless. The Void will get us all.” Everybody, sing along! |
I think I just wanted rather more BDSM from my BDSM performance art group. I’m willing to accept that this may have been an unrealistic expectation. Maybe the Eurovision Song Contest isn’t ready for shibari, nipple clamps, CBT and floggings just yet. As it turned out, the only BDSMesque thing about the band’s performance were the outfits.
Wearing a lot of PVC, leather and straps isn’t really noteworthy in the world of popular music though, is it? It’s just one stage up from ubiquitous corset and fishnets as stagewear. In the very same competition, Cyprus’s Tamta and friends were rocking outfits that might well have been bought at the same Fetish Fair as Hatari’s.
I’m not holding any kind of grudge against Hatari though. The more I find out about them, the more I like them. They are absolute poppets.
There are three core members of the band: Klemens Hannigan who looks like Ben Hardy playing Roger Taylor in Bohemian Rhapsody; Matthias Tryggri Haraldsson who looks like Neil from the Inbetweeners and Einar Hrafn Stefansson who looks like half a transformer.
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| Spot the difference. You can’t can you? |
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| And Hatari loves you. |
Earlier this year, they challenged the Prime Minister of Israel, Benjamin Netanyahu to a friendly game of Glima – Icelandic Trouser-Grip Wrestling, stating that if their representative won the game, then the band would be permitted to establish within Israel the “first ever Hatari-sponsored liberal BDSM colony on the Mediterranean coast”. Sadly, Mr Netanyahu didn’t take them up on the challenge.
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| Glima belts. You can see why our BDSM-loving boys might like it. |
The contest was hosted by Israel this year and Hatari caused controversy by waving Palestinian flags while they were onscreen during the voting. This sounds cool and I’m sure they meant well by it but I have to say I’m with the Palestinian Campaign for the Academic and Cultural Boycott of Israel (PACBI), which had demanded all acts pull out of the event. “Palestinian civil society overwhelmingly rejects fig-leaf gestures of solidarity from international artists crossing our peaceful picket line.” Any band who really wanted to support the Palestinian people shouldn’t have been performing at this year’s Eurovision.
Not that I can talk, obviously. I watched the bloody thing.
Any stated desire by Hatari to change the world should probably be taken with a pinch of salt. “Eurovision is part of Hatari’s vision to bring Capitalism to its knees.” Good luck with that, chaps. Someone needs to do it. It might as well be you guys.
But whatever they’re doing I hope they carry on doing it for a good long while yet. They’re outrageously deadpan, cheerfully nihilistic and obviously a bit kinky. Hatari, I do believe I love you.