2025—metal, writing, life choices, and a steady background hum of "oh, for fuck's sake".

I came home from a black metal festival, questioned my entire life, and got emotionally therapised by a friend holding a salad. Just another Tuesday.

From flutes to fog, riffs to ritual, Fortress Festival Day Two pulled me apart—until Agalloch stepped on stage and made it all worth it.

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.

Fortress Festival, birthday dread, and one absurdly small suitcase. A metalhead’s messy countdown to catharsis on the English coast.

I ghosted Moonlight Sorcery's debut in 2023. Big mistake. Horned Lord of the Thorned Castle is a frostbitten, glitter-soaked black metal epic—melodic, ridiculous, and dangerously fun.