Angel Eyes, a.k.a Andrew Cowie, is your new night-driving companion. It’s late; you’re midway between home and that unknown future, and you’re hoping whatever is ahead will be better than what you’ve left behind.
With Final Fare, Cowie delivers both nostalgia and optimism; coldness and isolation are overset by warm whisperings in your ears. An album to enjoy with either your eyes tightly shut, or firmly fixed on the horizon.
Sonically, Angel Eyes is both airborne and barren: alarmingly spacious and eternal. That album conjures images of worlds, kingdoms and landscapes with totally foreign colour schemes and an abundance of space. The dread I mention isn’t one of imminent danger but instead a kind of Lovecraftian lack of comprehension – of having a tiny hint at something bigger than you, something you will never know. – Shaun Prescott, Crawlspace
Tracklist: End Point / Served Neat / Light Distraction / Final Fare / Past Again / Golden Gleam / Sighing Hours / Over
Bedroom Suck Records BSR032