LA alt-pop artist Keni Titus Unveils “man like you,” a poised reflection on gender, desire, and quiet defiance.
LA alt-pop singer-songwriter Keni Titus has released her single “man like you,” a candlelit provocation that whispers before it wounds. Indeed, she pares her toolkit to skin and syllable: lithe acoustic finger-picking, a hush of room tone, and vocals steeped in warmth that smolder rather than shout. Chill by temperature yet charged by implication, the production lets negative space do the heavy lifting; every plucked note feels like a boundary tested, every inhalation, a thesis footnote.
The writing thinks out loud about gender double standards in courtship, borrowing the grammar of masculine pursuit to stage a clear-eyed role reversal. Titus’s refrain—half challenge, half confession—claims a right to desire without apology, turning the phrase “a man like you” into a mirror held up to entitlement. Sensual detail abounds: the light press of a palm, the cinematic kiss while the evening news murmurs, the self-check in the bathroom glass. These vignettes read as both seduction and study, coexisting with a low-lit worry that never quite dissipates—empowering precisely because it refuses to blink.
The vibe is quietly intoxicating. Finger-picked guitar moves like tide over polished stones; the topline glides, intimate and unforced; the groove never raises its voice, yet it never loosens its grip. You don’t headbang—you lean closer. As a continuation of her ascent—following the confessional “mistake,” the evocative EP juliet, inc., and a 2025 North American run supporting beabadoobee—“man like you” feels like poise made audible: grace with grit, green smoothies and cigarettes, soft power sharpened to a point.
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