eENIK

What if you took the finest pair of stonewashed jeans this side of 1988, fashioned them into a hang glider and flew it far beyond our solar system? What would happen if you arrived in a distant world where presidents were chosen for their competition worthy pecs and biceps, babies were born with broadswords and monster trucks were worn as rollerskates? Ladies and gentlemen, such a journey is not unlike a rendezvous with eEnik. eEnik beckons you to its world of magnanimous sound, no matter what pair of pants you flew in on.