Back to England, back to Scarborough, back to Fortress. Before the music, there was Heathrow chaos, Google betrayal, sea-view swooning, beans on toast, sunburn, Whitby crowds, dog-hair beer, and a Dracula purchase that was absolutely necessary.
Part III of my Fortress Festival diary finally brings the music: camera fog battles, emotional black metal breakdowns, interview panic, and the one regrettable vegan burger that ruined everything. Live shows, first rows, and full chaos.