The Maryland Doom Fest 4: A Day in Pictures

Though the weekend has drawn to a close, and normality stares us with its ugly soulless eyes, we go our own separate ways with a lifetime’s worth of memories of the finest performances of the year with the greatest folk this side of just about anywhere. And as I sit in the airport with a splitting headache and a rough-as-nails throat (thankily not ‘rona-related), waiting to board my plane headed back to my homeland, I am staring the challenge of completing my write-up: where does the story begin? Does it even have an end? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see…