Contemporary classical music has been in retreat in 
          the US for decades. With the exception of the iconoclast Elliot Carter, 
          there seems to be very little of any complexity emerging from contemporary 
          American composers. This is not to say that there is nothing good coming 
          from the US – the expressionist John Adams, the quirky Michael Daugherty 
          and the pioneering Steve Reich are producing worthwhile music. The problem 
          appears to be the wash of less talented composers who are gaining prominence 
          because they can be relied upon not to frighten the horses. The lack 
          of variety impoverishes the scene, and the value cannot be replaced 
          by frankly boring composers like Tobias Picker, Michael Torke, or on 
          the evidence of this disc, Claus Ogermann. 
        
Ogermann is German by birth and education, but has 
          been based in the States for over 40 years, and has built his career 
          there as a jazz composer, performer and arranger. This disc seems very 
          much a promotional tool to make that career more "serious". 
          The booklet contains several pictures of Ogermann posing thoughtfully 
          and some sycophantic notes attempting to build his stature into that 
          of a 'Great Composer'. Unfortunately it is not a claim that can be justified 
          by the works here or the performances. 
        
The orchestral playing is inauspicious throughout. 
          The National Philharmonic is, I suspect, a session orchestra cobbled 
          together for the recording. The standard is middling – the string tone 
          is thin, especially in slow passages – and I suspect that some serious 
          knob twiddling has been done to fill out the sound. The conducting, 
          by Ogermann himself, does not seem to provide any direction or focus 
          any musical thoughts. 
        
As regards the works themselves, the piano concerto 
          is much the finer of the two works on this disc. It is in a serialist, 
          Reich-ish vein, and has a sparkling opening and the irregular length 
          of the repeated phrase is moderately interesting. The concerto never 
          really lets rip, although it is pleasant enough and the performance 
          by Ogermann is clear and sprightly. 
        
The Concerto for Orchestra is another matter altogether. 
          Almost supernaturally boring, it is a pretentious work that meanders 
          aimlessly, generating no harmonic tension, without a single decent landmark 
          to enliven the discourse. I can, unfortunately, think of no redeeming 
          features that would justify recording it and cannot recommend it. 
        
 
          Aidan Twomey