Ring-ring – the whole world is on the line! In “Vienna Calling,” Falco turns a crackly long-distance phone call into an irresistible 80s dance-track that hops from Rio to Tokyo, Arizona to Canada, then back to his beloved hometown. Each shouted Hello, Vienna calling feels like a desperate attempt to keep Vienna’s voice audible amid the static of jet-set glamour, changing identities, and nonstop nightlife. Names morph (Maria becomes Marylin, Eva turns into Ivonne), and everyone seems to be chasing luxury, romance, or the next party while the operator tries to patch the singer through to something real.
Beneath the flashy sax riffs lies a playful but urgent message: Vienna – and by extension any city with deep roots – risks losing itself in the whirlwind of globalization and superficial thrills. The repeated “Alarm ist rot, Wien in Not” warns that the city’s soul is in danger, even as its citizens chase excitement abroad. Falco’s fast-talking verses and staccato hooks capture the push-pull between hometown loyalty and worldly temptation, asking listeners to pick up the call before it’s too late. In short, “Vienna Calling” is a funky postcard from a restless traveler who still wants to make sure home remembers his number.