‘Amnesia’ by Marmalade Knives
Exclusive album stream of ‘Amnesia’ by psych-rockers Marmalade Knives.
‘Amnesia’ is a sprawling tapestry of classically inspired progressive psychedelia. A voyage through a mythical cosmic rock universe, layered with dense squalls of abstract sound collage and fields of freeform freakouts, all coloured with old-world folk melodies/modalities and pulsing with a funky rhythm section!
“We are so happy to have signed with Electric Valley Records, and we’re humbled to become part of the label’s amazing roster of bands. Our debut LP, ‘Amnesia,’ is an allegory of the microcosmic births and deaths we all experience in the course of a lifetime. It is the culmination of 2 years of hard work and we’re very excited to finally see its birth via Electric Valley.”
The group was formed in the mountains of Santa Cruz, California, as a collaboration between guitarists Clinton Wilkins and Justin Spivey, exploring the depths of outer-limits psychedelia. Wilkins spent several years studying with David First (acclaimed minimalist/microtonal composer and member of cult 70s/80s NYC no-wave legends The Notekillers) and Spivey is a well-regarded collector/historian of original period of psychedelic/progressive music.
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The lineup of the band eventually grew to a full-on 5 member troupe of local freak–rock ‘n’ rollers, including bassist Mark Robinson, drummer Kyle Herrenkohl (of SF acid-folkers Taberncale), and keyboardist Nathan Warrick (of Apache Dropout).
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In the summer of 2018 they tracked their debut album at Loud House Studio in Santa Cruz, CA, and over the following year. The production and mixing of the album was done by Adam Kriney (of The Golden Grass/La Otracina).
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This is what happens when a bunch of guys get some blotter paper doused in turpentine, think they’d done acid, and are the love children of Tom Verlaine and Syd Barrett