August 6th, 1945. The Enola Gay's big beautiful hulking steel frame glides through the sky over the land of the sun, ready to give birth to her little boy. Her belly swings open exposing the boy. The boy decends on on its mounts like a child crowning. Then, release. Rushing air, a mother fleeing the presence of her newborn. Enola has left her gift. She has changed the world.
This band just released a split with You.May.Die.In.The.Desert. I highly recomend picking it up here. I have been listening to it more frequently than other music as of late. It is really great music to rock out to when you are also trying to think. The lack of lyrics allows the sound to penetrate your subconcious on a sublime level.
I present another gift from Enola... The Suns Condolences
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