Real talk: the constituency of Trash Colony sound like a collective 14. That’s not a bad thing, although it is a bit distracting hearing these young ‘ens rap hard about weed and stuff. But that might just be my inner suburban kid talking, that thing where I still clutch my pearls like some punk kid still tuned into those whack Nancy Reagan anti-drug commercials. Trash Colony wax poetic about apathy and angst, with a singular flow that offers a promising glimpse into their future. The beat here hits hard too, a boss banger that creeps and crawls, slinking weirdly with a heavy foot at the kit. This is solid work by folks that sound to be at the beginning of the career, high quality considering the context, which only enriches the experience.
Listen below and dig it.