Alright, you've got a choice. You can either go with: "Gold Lion sounds like Mickey by Toni Basil played by a one-armed organ grinder having a heart attack", or you can go with "Gold Lion sounds like Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani, if the setting was a pagan ritual on Stonehenge instead of an American high school."
Oh, and you've got a minute to decide. After that it's all moot anyway, *that* marking the point where Nick Zinner's patience snaps and he can't resist striking out a crunching guitar line, pulling faces at Karen O and refusing to let all that was good and proper on planet Yeah die without a fight, while she whoops and shrieks in distress.
Gold Lion seems quite a departure. But, post a few plays to get your head around it, it begins to fall into place: it is like the YYYs, just the YYYs from the year 2046. BC. With a grunting drummer and a crazy, hyperactive shaman at the standing at the front, chanting in tribal tongues. You know, The Beatles had it right: we love you Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
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