There isn’t much more I can say about this song that hasn’t already been said. In fact, I think I’ve pretty much said it all. I have come to a realization, though. You’ll think it overly simple, but I don’t think I’ve ever said it out lout before. So, here it goes: This is one of the greatest songs of all time and that’s all there is to it. Better late than never, I suppose.
What Kind of Man is a hair flipping, head shaking, honest-to-goodness rock anthem. It’s unlike anything we’ve ever heard from our melody-spinning songstress before. The gritty, celestial prelude lulls you into a false sense of security, keeping you cuddled by arms of familiarity. And then, BAM!, an overwhelming storm of ferocious rhythm. The guitar and drum laden melody are savage, intense. A declaration of anger. A proclamation of strength. The chorus is thunderous, visceral and completely stunning. Florence embodies a deceived soul vibrantly, calling out her lovelorn frustrations with fierce articulation. She chants over and over again, “What kind of man loves like this? What kind of man?” Trapped in a desperate and destructive love, she finds her undoing and her salvation.