There’s a level of pathos here that you don’t get all that often, on the radio or any other medium for that matter. Carvings is poetic, honest and full of a yearning that’s almost palpable. It doesn’t adhere to any kind of formula. The difficult sense of hope it contains does not feel tacked on or clichéd, but feels earned. You’re never alone when someone speaks to you like Mathew Cowley does.