Luna Mausoleum by Sky Valley Mistress

Pilot Kayley “Hell Kitten” Davies and Commander Max “Leather Messiah” Newsome don’t just play music — they launch you into the Sonic Stratosphere with a record that doesn’t ask for permission, doesn’t wait for approval, and doesn’t give a damn about your genre boundaries.
This is Sky Valley Mistress at full throttle.
Fueled by the ghost of ‘70s hard rock, driven off-road into some strange new terrain where desert grooves meet mountainous riffs, and the whole thing is stitched together with Kayley’s voice — smoked, soulful, and soaring like a banshee with a broken heart and a flamethrower.
There are organs. There’s a real orchestra. There’s a children’s choir.
It’s like Portishead got lost in the Mojave, stumbled into a Black Sabbath séance, and came out swinging with gospel choruses the size of cathedrals.
This isn’t homage. It’s alchemy.
A record that twists its influences into something unholy and beautiful — Queens of the Stone Age, Spiritualized, Sabbath, all fed through a fuzz pedal and spat out as something entirely their own.
Luna Mausoleum isn’t just an album. It’s a statement.
A refusal to wait. A demand to be monumental.
The band said it best: “greater and beyond all reason.”
Now it’s in your hands.
Don’t drop it.

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