Also, I seem to have cheese in my hair
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Ifra Tyskland te Polen
De vil ha alt eg har hørt og alt eg har sett
Die polizei
Kaizer Orchestra at Lillestrøm last night. Whoo!
Tiny and me halfway decided that this would be the last of the local concerts we would attend, mostly to get away from the lack of age limits.
As usual we prepared ourselves by adjusting our expectations on the ever-growing Scale of Awesomeness: Somewhere between our first concert at Rockefeller (ten points) and the one at Skien (about... a five, I think?). Well, it was something to do.
You can't say that Kaizer is above using gimmicks in their shows. The thing is that they are experienced enough to know what works, to the point that they aren't gimmicks anymore, they're revered rituals. After attending a few concerts, you know what is expected of you as an audience member, and what you can expect from the band. And they never fail to deliver that, and then some.
I don't know any other fanbase that are as devoted as Kaizer fans (do we have a name? Kaizerlings? Kaizeroonies?).
So yes, I think the general consensus was that yesterday's concert was Surprisingly Good, or Better Than Expected, especially considering:
- The band had had a concert the previous night in Tønsberg, which ran into the early hours of the morning, and
- The fact that it was Lillestrøm, with a theatre hall filled with russ (Norwegian 18-yearold graduates) and teenagers.
- We got a bit of a gang going, which was a first. Apart from Tiny and me, there were Marie, R., a friend of Marie's, and friend's sister and boyfriend. A devoted gang.
- No warm-up, yes! While Petur Ben got a nice voice, he isn't great warm-up material. We wanted Kaizers, and we got Kaizers.
- The Jackal had gotten a haircut, which pleased me and Tiny, since we're not big fans of the "whiny emo bitch" look. Sorry, Jackal.
- While Mink, the esteemed drummer, had gotten an even scruffier beard and therefore obtained a whole new aspect of Hairyness.
- Thunder, the bass player, was absent due to his wife having a Thunderling, so for the first time I was treated with the former bass player, Jon "Lion king" Sjøen. He seemed a likeable guy.
- The Jackal, Hellraiser and Killmaster with synchronized "dancing" during Maskineri. I am easily entertained, yes I am.
- I always get excited when they play Bastard sønn. It makes me feel like dancing. Also, I think this is the first time I've heard Veteranens klage live, complete with a gag about how long it ought to be.
- Kontroll på kontinentet might be the one song that is easily much, much better live. Killmaster has evolved his guitar solo very nicely, I love it when he starts turning the peg heads.
- Deciding we seemed like a friendly sea of fans, Jackal bounced off the stage and sang the entirety of Maestro surrounded by the audience. This would later backfire, as some overzealous teenagers pulled at the microphone cord and voila - useless microphone. I've seen the Jackal do some pretty abusive things to his microphone cord (ahahaa, that didn't come out the way I intended) but this might be a first with a broken cord.
- The russ had been continueously throwing their cards up on the stage, so Killmaster got an impromptu lottery going, the prize being one of their safety gloves. Jackal slipped into a nasal Oslo dialect, which never fails to amuse me.
- The Jackal was also in a very chatty mood (probably due to his not-entirely-sober state), and did a whole bit on Omen (the creepy and glorious organ player), describing him as a mute idiot savant with both men and women throwing themselves at him on account of his moustache. Omen only sat there, seemingly never blinking, a disconcerting smile on his face. I love mah favourite band.
So yes, awesomecheese.
Haha, this has taken an hour to write, I got Tiny on Messenger sending me slashtastic pictures of the Jackal and Hellraiser. Ah, I have taught you well, little grasshopper.
Ifra Tyskland te Polen
De vil ha alt eg har hørt og alt eg har sett
Die polizei
Kaizer Orchestra at Lillestrøm last night. Whoo!
Tiny and me halfway decided that this would be the last of the local concerts we would attend, mostly to get away from the lack of age limits.
As usual we prepared ourselves by adjusting our expectations on the ever-growing Scale of Awesomeness: Somewhere between our first concert at Rockefeller (ten points) and the one at Skien (about... a five, I think?). Well, it was something to do.
You can't say that Kaizer is above using gimmicks in their shows. The thing is that they are experienced enough to know what works, to the point that they aren't gimmicks anymore, they're revered rituals. After attending a few concerts, you know what is expected of you as an audience member, and what you can expect from the band. And they never fail to deliver that, and then some.
I don't know any other fanbase that are as devoted as Kaizer fans (do we have a name? Kaizerlings? Kaizeroonies?).
So yes, I think the general consensus was that yesterday's concert was Surprisingly Good, or Better Than Expected, especially considering:
- The band had had a concert the previous night in Tønsberg, which ran into the early hours of the morning, and
- The fact that it was Lillestrøm, with a theatre hall filled with russ (Norwegian 18-yearold graduates) and teenagers.
- We got a bit of a gang going, which was a first. Apart from Tiny and me, there were Marie, R., a friend of Marie's, and friend's sister and boyfriend. A devoted gang.
- No warm-up, yes! While Petur Ben got a nice voice, he isn't great warm-up material. We wanted Kaizers, and we got Kaizers.
- The Jackal had gotten a haircut, which pleased me and Tiny, since we're not big fans of the "whiny emo bitch" look. Sorry, Jackal.
- While Mink, the esteemed drummer, had gotten an even scruffier beard and therefore obtained a whole new aspect of Hairyness.
- Thunder, the bass player, was absent due to his wife having a Thunderling, so for the first time I was treated with the former bass player, Jon "Lion king" Sjøen. He seemed a likeable guy.
- The Jackal, Hellraiser and Killmaster with synchronized "dancing" during Maskineri. I am easily entertained, yes I am.
- I always get excited when they play Bastard sønn. It makes me feel like dancing. Also, I think this is the first time I've heard Veteranens klage live, complete with a gag about how long it ought to be.
- Kontroll på kontinentet might be the one song that is easily much, much better live. Killmaster has evolved his guitar solo very nicely, I love it when he starts turning the peg heads.
- Deciding we seemed like a friendly sea of fans, Jackal bounced off the stage and sang the entirety of Maestro surrounded by the audience. This would later backfire, as some overzealous teenagers pulled at the microphone cord and voila - useless microphone. I've seen the Jackal do some pretty abusive things to his microphone cord (ahahaa, that didn't come out the way I intended) but this might be a first with a broken cord.
- The russ had been continueously throwing their cards up on the stage, so Killmaster got an impromptu lottery going, the prize being one of their safety gloves. Jackal slipped into a nasal Oslo dialect, which never fails to amuse me.
- The Jackal was also in a very chatty mood (probably due to his not-entirely-sober state), and did a whole bit on Omen (the creepy and glorious organ player), describing him as a mute idiot savant with both men and women throwing themselves at him on account of his moustache. Omen only sat there, seemingly never blinking, a disconcerting smile on his face. I love mah favourite band.
So yes, awesomecheese.
Haha, this has taken an hour to write, I got Tiny on Messenger sending me slashtastic pictures of the Jackal and Hellraiser. Ah, I have taught you well, little grasshopper.
