"You can still see the blood…” Orbit Culture drummer Christopher Wallerstedt gestures towards the wooden platform behind an old barn deep in a Swedish forest. Specifically, he’s pointing at a suspicious dark patch. Set amid the towering trees, it’s not hard to imagine this construct as the site of some strange pagan ritual. The wood sags, sodden from a combination of rain, snow and, apparently, bodily fluid. Eat your heart out, Midsommar. Except…
“It’s fake blood,” clarifies guitarist Richard Hansson, as Hammer breathes a sigh of relief. “I’m pretty sure we used a whole bucket.”
