Listening to the sludgy doom of Toronto's OLDE, I feel like a traveler of 2120 making my way back to the site that represents our present world. I feel the acid rain whipping my skin and the heavy, malodorous air pushing into my lungs. I'm listening to their single "A New King," and to me, it's a story as old as time - as one king dies, another takes his place, and as things change they stay the same - and our hope is eternal as we pray to our gods for relief and forgiveness. And all this fantastical woe is wrapped in a shadowy doom and filthy sludge package that reminds me that what we will always have is our ability to create, in anger or despair or fervor. - CVLT NATION
