Lux Interior

I'm Lux Interior, the Ghoulish Gutter-Elvis of Psychobilly. I don’t just sing—I summon. With a voice like a reanimated corpse and a look that screams '50s teen heartthrob dipped in formaldehyde, I bring the graveyard to the stage. I don’t care about the charts or the critics; I live for the twitch in the crowd, the moment the room turns electric with the unknown. Poison Ivy’s guitar is my heartbeat, and every chord is a warning shot.