Two unreleased, untitled tracks followed in a similar delivery, hinting that the young band has the kind of rigid, steadfast self-assurance needed to make important music not everyone likes to hear.
Relevant and real, Reilly’s anger is almost necessary as he fumed about racism in Belfast and systems of oppression “You’ll never kill our will to be free, cause in our minds we hold the key,” the surly vocalist rampaged with a thick tongue. Like all forms of protest, their sound bordered on the line of unpleasant and haunting, and yet people couldn’t turn away. Frontman Fionn Reilly’s vocals on “The Birth of a Nation” were angry and wounded as he raged over a rattling bassline and the scream of thrilling, grungy, distorted guitar.
With just one song in their discography, Enola Gay has nothing to lose.
