No names, no faces, no photos. No band profiles, no press releases, no logos. No websites, no Facebook, no Twitter. No Instagram, no YouTube, no Tinder. No cassette tapes, no CDs, no vinyls. No crew, no managers, no labels. No plan. Not even a real band. Just stories, told through the medium of sound and the language of heartbreak. So who the F are The E’s? Well, who’s asking?
