In a testament to the ID’s staying power, “Diamonds On My Mind” has been on, well, everyone’s mind for months now. The sweltering number from a producer whose name has been perched on the tongues of damn near everyone in house and techno circles this year slaps down a hammering beat that pulses like a heart on overdrive. A lone rave synth lead zips frenetically through the febrile production, which evokes the darkness and grit of a warehouse situated somewhere in Brooklyn, where the urgency to move body to beat is greater than anyone’s awareness of…
