“There comes a moment in every electronic music fan’s journey when they discover Patrick Cowley.”
Andrew Ryce, liner notes for Hard Ware (2025)
I’m trying to think of the first time I heard of Patrick Cowley. I highly suspect it was one of the typical routes: from his epic 15-minute remix of “I Feel Love”, created in 1978. It was designed for the clubs, so obviously I get a great deal of enjoyment from listening to it on the sofa, while devouring a Kitkat.
Perhaps my favourite track of his is one of the most mainstream, in intent and production, if not in actual success – “Tech-No-Logical World”, from his 1982 album Mind Warp. Over 40 years later, the concerns expressed in it feel as familiar as ever – perhaps even more so.
The above is the radio edit, but if you love it, I highly recommend the proper version.
Mind Warp was made while Patrick Cowley had HIV/AIDS; he died in November 1982. This presents the opportunity for critics to say he was a tragic genius, taken from us far too soon, and all those cliches which often seem to get in the way of celebrating the real person. The problem was… he really was a genius, and he really was taken from us far too soon. It is impossible to overstate how much of his creativity we were robbed of, even if he had survived just five more years.
Such statements feel absurdly mercenary; as though the only thing Cowley had to offer the world was more damn music to cram into our greedy ears. Of course there was far more to him, as the people who knew Cowley would no doubt point out. And yet to you and me in 2026, the uncomfortable truth is that’s exactly what it means. We will never know him; we only know what we can hear. When some people die, you know every last drop of creativity had been long squeezed out of them. With Cowley, it feels like he was only just getting started.
We know this for sure. Because for the past few years, previously unreleased material from Cowley has been making its way out there, by people carefully going through his archives. The most recent efforts here have been from Dark Entries Records, in the form of releases such as School Daze (2013), Muscle Up (2015), Candida Cosmica (2016), Afternooners (2017), Mechanical Fantasy Box (2019), Some Funkettes (2020), Malebox (2022), From Behind (2024), and Hard Ware (2025).
There are so many gems in the above releases; so much that to drag the subject back to Cowley’s death seems almost obscene. And yet one track in all the above albums stands out to me; “Ice Age”, from Hard Ware. Dark Entries Records themselves warn us about the track in the release notes for the album:
“Hard Ware closes with the chilling synth-hymn “Ice Age,” in which Loverde vocalist Peggy Gibbons sings of a coming frosty apocalypse. The story told in “Ice Age” mirrors the coming AIDS crisis and feels like a haunting premonition from Cowley.”
They aren’t kidding. “Ice Age” is beautiful, haunting… and probably not the kind of thing to listen to last thing at night. It’s also the only track on Hard Ware to have a co-writer credit; Paul Parker, vocalist on “Tech-No-Logical World”.
As a piece of music, and as the aforementioned haunting premonition, I find it stunning. The liner notes to Hard Ware state that “all songs recorded 1979-1981”; sadly, there is no more granularity than that, although given the timeline of the AIDS crisis, it would be extraordinary to find out the track was recorded before 1981.
And yet that’s not what really gets me about the “Ice Age”. Assuming 1981 as the recording date, and the fact that it was finally released in 2025, that’s a full 44 years gap between its creation, and the wider public being able to hear it. In those years, HIV/AIDS has gone from a mysterious epidemic that public health authorities struggled to understand and deal with, to a disease which – caught early, and with the correct treatment – is largely manageable and non-fatal in many parts of the world.
To listen to something like this, unheard for over four decades, is extraordinary. Like a song which just plopped through a time hole, unbidden. Things which are released gather detritus; they gain – and lose – context through being heard, experienced, and talked about. “Ice Age” never had that. You know a song is truly obscure when a search for the lyrics online brings up nothing.
The result is a direct missive from the early days of the AIDS crisis, with nothing to get in our way. Raw reportage, however poetically expressed. Regardless of the merits of the song – of which there are many – that makes it one of the most remarkable things I have ever heard.

