Intros, first impressions, headspace – they all informs (and in some cases, crystalises) perceptions in seconds. That’s great if you’re delivering three-minute pops of perfectly formed ear candy but for albums like ‘Wysing Forest’ it puts a premium on patience.

Four years after the rumbling resonance of Abbott’s ‘Holkham Drones’ debut, we’re dropped into another intense, immersive world, and the latest jewel in the Border Community crown. Recorded in the rural retreat of Wysing Arts Centre over a six-week residency, the sense of distance gives ‘Wysing Forest’ a cold sense of contemplation. Balancing pulsing panorama against bedroom introspection, ‘Free Migration’ comes alive with subdued chaos as brilliantly sinister rhythms melt into fields of static, whereas ‘Highrise’ glints in the sunshine, mirroring the kinesis of the city up in the clouds.

But it’s album opener, ‘Amphis’ with its disjointed quasar beats and atmospheric shifts that sets the album’s tone. At an uncompromising 12 minutes, it’s a challenging, heavy-unit; a malevolent bouncer muttering: “if your head’s not right, you’re not coming in.” Great albums don’t need first impressions, just lasting ones.