Maybe because Johnny Lee sings in a Euro-accented high register rather
than bellowing grunge-style, this Portuguese foursome sounds both more
NWOBHM and more garage-revival than most Small Stone Records stoners.
Lee starts out confessing that he hides inside his "Desert Mind," but
there's not much Kyuss-type peyote or tumbleweed residue in Miss
Lava's psych metal. Too few riffs grab hold, but choruses hook clearly
throughout, and momentary inadvertent swipes from "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida"
and Fleetwood Mac's "Oh Well" don't hurt. The melody of "Ride" even
feels more space age than stone age.