Onstage at the O.A.C.A. Olympic Indoor Hall in Athens, something monstrous is stirring. It’s the final of the 51st edition of the Eurovision Song Contest, and among the more usual Eurovision fare of overwrought balladry, twee folk-tinged ditties and cheesy Europop, Lordi stand out like a Lovecraftian beast emerging from an ornamental carp pond. Riffs crash out as pyro sends sparks into the ai...
