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.
Using a plethora of synths and drum machines, Cowie constructs environments. He sets the scene – buildings here, pavement there, patches of dark throughout. Then, he takes you on a personal trip through this scenery, weaving through his world and bringing your emotions with him.
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.