Words from the label:
"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." - Bedroom Suck
1. End Point
2. Served Neat
3. A Light Distraction
4. Final Fare
1. The Past Again
2. Golden Gleam
3. The Sighing Hours
Format: Vinyl. 12" LP. 33 RPM. Gatefold jacket. Includes bonus MP3 download of the album.
Year of release: 2013
Label: Bedroom Suck (BSR 032)
City / Country: Melbourne, Australia
Reviews:"To me, Final Fare sounds like a city. Final Fare reminds me of depictions of Manhattan, or Sydney, or Tokyo, in 1980s films. Brief, wide pans across a bewilderingly modern skyline, at sunset or sundown. A still vision of perfectly curveless architecture that betrays no evidence of organic life. The bays and quays shimmer, the lights along busy roads glow, but it doesn’t look like actual life is happening there. A city from a distance resembles a monument. A monstrously ornate, fairy-lit, but otherwise lifeless monument. It betrays virtually nothing from afar.
But then when you’re inside it, you forget where you are: it’s not a monument anymore: it’s a labyrinthine, echoing, busy series of avenues and routes. It’s ugly and busy, but we’re accustomed to being inside it, and so the full extent of its still exterior grandiosity never registers. It’s easy to forget how weird this is: how dense we are, how high we scale and wide we reach, until you sit on a hill some several kilometres away. We are the barely comprehensible horror looming just over the horizon. And that’s what Angel Eyes always sounds like to me: like watching something immensely complicated from a distance with a distorted sense of time and movement. Likewise, Angel Eyes’ music is beautiful from the exterior, but try to make sense of it from the inside and maybe you may get nowhere, like me." - Shaun Prescott, Crawlspace Magazine