The Manimals Go Alchemical with Their New Glam Rock Ritual: “Gold”
Beneath the blistering heat of May 13th, 2025, The Manimals have struck once more—this time with "Gold," a brand-new single that gleams with magic and sweat in equal measure. Born in the dark quiet of pandemic-era introspection, the song is a sonic spell concocted by songwriter Haley Bowery in a simmering cauldron of Jungian dreams, half-remembered mysteries, and esoteric alchemy. This is no mere song—it's a transformation, a ritual in four chords. Envision glittering footprints over the philosophic dust of Bowie and T. Rex, trekking along through an inner world where burning is blooming.
"GOLD" doesn't just pay lip service to glam rock—it is baptized in it, dripping in divine drama. Haley's voice burns over words that track the soul's transformation: fire, sorrow, tears, death, all necessary ingredients in this recipe. But just when you think the flames are going to consume you, the chorus turns, hips first, into a funky groove twist. The message is simple and rapturous: we all have gold within us.
The Manimals turn spiritual striving into a sweaty, sparkling party. At its core, "Gold" is a prayer for the faithful who kneel at the altar of feedback and floor toms. During the black silence before the world reopened, Haley missed the church of the rock show—the thud of the crowd, the vibration in the bones, the feral magic of shared sound. So she walked out onto the stage like a glitter-covered prophet, preaching salvation through distortion and sequins. This is the one faith she's signing up for—and she's got the eyeliner, the guitar solos, and the attitude to turn us all into believers.
The Manimals, faithful to their nickname, have ever worked in that narrow zone between wild and wonderful. They've concocted a potent cocktail of pop hooks, punk drama, and glam spectacle since 2011, drawing on David Bowie to Kesha, horror movies to mythos. Led by the charismatic anarchy of Haley Bowery, they're a queer tempest in leather and velvet, a fever dream in power chords. In "Gold," they remind us: transcendence isn't something you'll find in silence. It's loud, it's wild, and it's probably wearing platform boots.
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