Janove Kaizer, watch out, Major Parkison is coming to get you!

Dare I swear in church? Dare I commit the great sin of blasphemy? Dare I utter the possibility that there is a new kid on the block, someone going for the throne of The Jackal himself? I think I do…

Kaizers Orchestra, I have been a fatihful fan for the last few years and I have even been tormented by the fact that you passed me by for such a long time. But I belive you are starting to loose it. Honestly, how can you sing “Syv Bøtter Tårer” and then call yourself Norways best live band with a straight face? How can you make the fans that screamed “Hallelujah!” at the slight whip of The Jackals hand sing along to “Hjerteknuser”? Where did it all go wrong? Where did you go from burlesque mafia to romantic tragedy and buckets of tears?

Well, when hearing Major Parkinson play live I get the feeling Mr. Kaizer (yep, the one with the bastard cat) have bought a new band and not told anyone. They twindle and turn us into their Tim Burton like sprial dream world, down the rabbit hole into uncontrollable manic circus. We scream for more, we got more than we hope for, and are left blank and sweaty at the end of the show, not knowing what hit us.

And like the first times I photographed Kaizers, the pictures were rubbish. I couldn’t create the circus from the stage in my pictures. Fuck it. Theese pictures are horrible too, all the chaos went down in the drain with the developer. Well, I guess you have to go dance for yourself…

Photonerd-note: Theese are my first rolls of Kodak T-Max 3200, a film I will have to get used to. More to come, I promise.