There was no way I couldn’t at least mention this album. With this totally solid sophomore effort, Karen O. cements her place in my mind as the First Lady of rock. From the strong opener, “Gold Lion,” to the jagged “Phenomena,” the YYYs are still a dirty, gutter rock ’n’ roll band that make you jerk uncontrollably. In a good way. I’d love to spend time with that woman, but I know I’d never last the night.