Pre-show chaos, noise confusion, slow emotional collapse, and me, once again, questioning whether I’m still fit for this line of work or if I’ve just developed a worrying habit of having minor existential crises in front of fog machines.
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.