Diamond Mind, Acid Jungle.

Edmonton, Alberta’s Diamond Mind have shone on in mine ever since yesteryear’s Fake Tape EP pitched up in my existence. And sure enough, the similarly innocuously entitled Blank Tape four-track recording makes for a commensurately scintillating listen, with the Canucks’ Acid Jungle comprising a gloriously ingenuous few ephemeral moments that, whimsical as they’re wonderful, as they jangle along with all the grace of A.C. Newman’s The New Pornographers combined with the braniacal craziness of compatriots Malajube, effortlessly beguile all over again. And in its opening strophe, “I believe your pearls were better off inside the oyster/ Suspect your silk was happier inside the worm/ At night, my books reminisce about the forest/ The wool I wear still waiting for the herd”, the four-piece have penned a snug and irrefutably superlative stanza we can only advocate you wrap yourself up warmly therein this morning…

Diamond Mind’s SoundCloud.