Part IV of my Fortress Festival diary: I panic through my first-ever live interview, barely survive, and descend straight into ritual chaos and fire-breathing black metal. Also, I walked home in socks. As one does.
Before the riffs came the chaos: airport meltdowns, British road rage, and Scarborough’s cobbled death traps. Fortress Festival 2025 starts here—with caffeine, cameras, and questionable wardrobe choices.