Father has maintained a dazzling consistency in releasing hedonistic trap bangers since the dawn of time itself. Many, several, countless find themselves in the rat race towards total 808-laced belligerence, but Father is a force unlike no other. The latest in a string of singles from the MC’s weirdo powerhouse and Atlanta-based mothership, Awful Records, is “Thotnite,” an open-arms embrace for the night-dwellers. It’s all wide smiles and horror, toy keyboard hooks and blown-out bass abound. “I don’t believe in God,” admits Father, but Thotnite is enough of a higher calling.
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