Michael Kiwanuka has smoked up our room with a slow-burn track reminiscent of a soft romance in a big city with “The Rest of Me.”
Just like the films of yore, “The Rest of Me” has a class and substance to it that have been lost to time, lost to the archives of our parents, their loves, their losses, and their journeys. “The Rest of Me” is a song that has substance not only in its “feel” but also in its lyricism—a lyrical journey that plays out like a Wong Kar Wai film. It’s soft, tragic, and beautiful all in one phenomenal letter.
Michael Kiwanuka has lit the cigarette of my heart with “The Rest of Me.”
