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SEEN AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL CONCERT REVIEW
Les Percussions de Strasbourg
Jean-Paul Bernard, Artistic Director
Claude Ferrier
Bernard Lesage
Keiko Nakamura
François Papirer
Olaf Tzschoppe 
    
    At times during this electrifying reading of Gèrard Grisey's Le noir 
    de l'étoile by Les Percussions de Strasbourg, I simply closed my eyes 
    and succumbed to the meteoric volleys of sound whirling around Alice Tully 
    Hall. Grisey's hour-long opus is unique, deploying six percussionists, some 
    sound technicians and a mysterious introductory voice, plus sounds created 
    by translating frequencies received from two pulsars, thousands of light 
    years away. (I honestly can't think of another piece of music that even 
    remotely resembles this.) 
    
    For this performance (part of the new Tully Scope Festival), two 
    musicians were placed onstage, right and left; two on either side on raised 
    platforms at the midpoint of the hall; and two on platforms at the back, one 
    in each corner. The audience, in the center, was surrounded. The opening 
    narration is the taped voice of an astrophysicist, Jean-Pierre Luminet, 
    whose eerily calm reflections on the nature of pulsars might make him 
    well-suited to read the spoken introduction in Bartók's Bluebeard's 
    Castle. As Luminet finished, a low hum permeated the semi-darkness, and 
    the musicians quietly took their places.
    
    The calm was abruptly shattered by blistering volleys of drumbeats, 
    racing around the room. Explosive accents combined with woodpecker-like 
    rapping on pieces of wood. The percussive sounds ricocheted across the 
    space, creating the illusion of being submerged in an increasingly 
    thickening electrical storm. At the climax, it felt as if every groan in the 
    universe had been lured inside, trapped to bombard the ear drums. (Perhaps 
    surprisingly, the physical noise level was not unbearable.) Along the back 
    wall of the stage, the subtle LED lighting under the hall's wooden veneer 
    was also pressed into service, with glowing red masses making slow 
    horizontal shifts. At the end, one of the onstage musicians slowly walked 
    forward to the center of the stage, and stuck a small metal disc (somewhere 
    between a gong and a cymbal), sending it spinning, dispersing its whirring 
    sound for a few seconds until it stopped-bringing the ritual to an end. 
    
    One friend wrote the next day, "I'm ready to hear it again-right now." 
    Les Percussions gave the premiere in 1991 (Grisey completed it in 
    1989-1990), and these six players know this score inside and out, evidenced 
    by the subtle nonverbal cues crisscrossing the hall. That knowledge, coupled 
    with the sheer caliber of their musicianship, made a thrillingly visceral 
    experience. 
    
    Bruce Hodges 
