This level of darkly droning, low energy hip-hop vibes could only come from the type of dude who doesn’t care about the least bit about what the world thinks of him. Or is Father just putting on a show for all the disaffected youths to show he rallies amongst their ranks? Either way, right? When it works it works. And “Handful” definitely works in crafting this Atlanta rappers’ deeply seeded and angry indifference for all we have to offer. 

Father doesn’t come across as caring about much, except for the verses that he lays down on the track and putting out good hip-hop. This one has a simple beat, laid-back flow and the kind of lyrical content that can only come from years of self-reflexive honesty. Father knows he’s not that good of a guy, and he’s putting it all out on display for the rest of the world to see.



Father is living, breathing proof that Soundcloud rap ain’t going away. It’s just getting stronger and stronger by the day. Slap on a backpack and stop being the old head who doesn’t get the next generation. Embrace it. Rap along (where you’re legally able) and get down with the sounds of Father and his Awful Records Crew.

If this isn’t your kind of flow (or content), then consider for a moment the old dudes when Pac and Biggie were coming up. They were always complaining about bitches and money and violence and that in their day, that there wasn’t anything like that when rap started. This is you now. Listen to yourself. Embrace the new. The raw honesty that can only come from being young and coming up in a fucked up world that doesn’t get you. At least Father is honest about having demons. That’s more than most people can manage. 


From deep within the murky depths of the Los Angeles River emerged a creature: 50% raver, 50% comedian, 10% Robotcop. Kurt Kroeber doesn’t own a dog, operates Soundbleed (the world’s only dance party comedy talk show rave), and is down to party with you. Come up some time and say “Hey dude!” But definitely make sure to casually drop the secret Illuminati password.