Gang Colours rocks the shit in a very chill low key kinda way. The album sounds like that kid in Junior High School that got left back, like, four times and should be a senior in high school, but he’s mad cool and gets you cigarettes and tells you about all the girls he banged. That dude never judged you and you thought he was awesome for it.
Later in life you find out that the dude was actually a genius and could’ve graduated on time with honors but he was all “But really dude… What’s the point of all that?” He later went on to become a mechanic or a bank teller and lives in the suburbs smoking weed with his hot wife and his kids are still cooler than you will ever be.
Yeah, it’s that cool.