With the current proliferation of animal-loving musicians playing with tambourines and haunting harmonies, it is interesting to see that The Ruby Suns are experimenting with their musical menagerie Sea Lion; they have bravely avoided finding a sound that 'works' and sticking safely to it, taking a wildly different approach to each track. Blue Penguin, There Are Birds, Morning Sun - what was that I said about a revival of Romanticism? The increasing emergence of animalia and flora in song lyrics is enough to convince me that today's bands have been having words with the late William Wordsworth. To solidify my argument, Morning Sun consists almost solely of the lyrics; 'When I wake up, I get the morning sun', sung in such a high-pitched repetition of solar-worship it almost had me falling sideways off my chair in a brainwashed, slumbering heap.

In the flip of a sea lion's tail, the album oscillates between eighties electronic drum machines, latino guitar flicking and melancholic cult wailings, which may leave you asking, 'Quoi?'

But each track is a singular gem, luminous and curious; the ecclesiastical It's Mwangi In Front Of Me, which summons up images of smoking church candles and, towards the end, the ever-decreasing hallways of Alice's rabbit hole (you'll know what I mean when you hear it), precedes the wistful, dreamlike vocals interspersed with gentle wind-instrumental spates and apostolic chanting of Remember. Curiouser and curiouser.