Some songs don’t just play — they hover. “Cinnamon” by Band of Muses is one of those slow-burning, Laurel-scented phantoms that doesn’t announce itself, it seeps. It doesn’t demand your attention, it seduces it, like incense in a still room. The LA-based sister duo — Penny-Scarlett Muse and Daisy Rose Muse — are conjuring something rare here: a modern-day séance of psychedelic folk-rock, with just enough fuzz, just enough ache, and more than enough magic.
“Cinnamon” is warm, heady, and a little bit haunted. The vocals feel dipped in honey and lit on fire—Penny-Scarlett’s voice has that creamy, nostalgic tone that sits somewhere between Mazzy Star and Grace Slick, while Daisy Rose’s harmonies curl around it like smoke. But what really hooked me was the instrumental build: gritty bass that slinks around like it knows something you don’t, then a sitar-guitar interlude that sounds like it wandered off a lost George Harrison B-side, and finally this technicolor guitar solo that just lets go. It doesn’t feel like a debut; it feels like the middle of a great trip you’re already deep into.
Lyrically, it lingers in that grey space between longing and letting go. There’s a line—”I’ve been waiting near your gates of love…“—that hit me harder than I expected. It’s poetic, sure, but not in a cryptic way. It’s wistful, but not wallowing. The way Band of Muses thread these images through such lush arrangements, it makes you feel like you’re remembering something that never quite happened. Maybe that’s the spell they’re casting: nostalgia for a place that never existed, a feeling you can’t name but can hum along to.
The sisters don’t just front the band — they built the whole cathedral. Composed, recorded, produced, mixed — all of it done in-house under their own Songbirds Sounds imprint. And just to sprinkle in some old-school rock royalty, the final master came courtesy of Andy “Hippy” Baldwin (who’s polished giants like The Who and Oasis) at Metropolis Studios. No wonder it sounds like a memory pressed to vinyl.
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Band of Muses are only just opening the curtain, but it’s already clear they’ve arrived with vision and velvet in equal measure. They’re not here to chase trends. They’re here to conjure a sound that feels like dust motes in late-afternoon light—fleeting, beautiful, and a little unreal. With “Cinnamon“, they’ve carved a calm, kaleidoscopic corner of the psych-rock universe, and you’re invited to linger.
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