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.