Forest, five jumpered-up pantry boys from Cambridge, have returned with a third EP that stands as an obituary to teenage angst, misery and delusion. Nine months in the making, it serves dinner up on the body of a bass guitar and uses drumsticks as a substitute for traditional cutlery. After you’ve tucked into your four-course meal, guitar strings are provided to floss your teeth. Such is the abrasive, devastatingly addictive effect Forest radiate.

Opener “All I Have” describes that feeling where nothing else in the world seems to matter, as long you have all that you need (a lover). It houses a cute little bridge that leads into a ferocious outro, winding down into calmness grossly filled with a dull, dated riff that sadly doesn’t live up to the rest of the song’s promise.

It’s better elsewhere though; there are flashes of Mac Demarco in the mellow finish of “Knots”, a wry look at the straining and draining moments everyday life has a tendency of throwing at you. Yet all in all, things are looking brighter and brighter for the quintet, the band going on record to say how much Wisdom Tusk has been the making of them as the now tight-knitted bunch they are. One suspects the fine work here of producer Dave Allen (The Cure, Stranglers, The Charlatans) has aided the band in achieving this clear sense of togetherness.

Despite the miserable, olive green colour of the 10” vinyl it comes on, the EP is otherwise well suited to being released just in time as the sun is managing to break through the British clouds. The weather isn’t the only thing to appreciate this month – there are also some seriously inviting tones emanating from Cambridgeshire.