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.
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.
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.
A year ago, I took a borrowed camera to a metal gig, failed at concert photography, and had an awkward but unforgettable moment with Jón Geir. Here’s what happened—and why it still matters.