Alchemy in Glitter: The Manimals Strike “Gold”

Gold is a glitter-drenched transformation ritual. The Manimals’ latest single isn’t messing around. It’s bold, it’s cosmic, and it’s stomping its way straight into your bloodstream. Haley Bowery, the band’s high-voltage ringleader, channels the chaos of lockdown isolation into something raw, mystical, and downright electrifying. Think T. Rex swagger, Bowie strut, and a whole lot of esoteric fire.

From the first stomp, Gold grabs you by the soul and drags you into the ritual—burn, purge, cry, baby, die. Bowery’s vocals crackle with conviction, echoing Jungian alchemy and ecstatic rebirth, while dueling lines with Michael Jayne whip through the track like incantations. And just when you think it’s all doom and rock ‘n’ roll, the chorus flips into a glitterball groove, radiating pure catharsis. It’s sweaty, it’s sacred, it’s sweaty because it’s sacred.

That post-bridge guitar solo? A molten eruption. The closing monk-choir fadeout? A haunting call to keep going, keep glowing. Somewhere between Hedwig’s chaos and a dancefloor sermon, Gold doesn’t preach—it seduces. It invites you to sweat out the old self, to rise shimmering and golden on the other side.

The Manimals aren’t just playing a song here—they’re leading a glitter-drenched procession toward becoming your brightest, weirdest self. And honestly? It slaps. Hard.