I have to say at the outset that I did not reach the 
          same conclusions, after listening to this work, that the previous reviewer 
          for this site did. This four act opera is excellently played, recorded 
          and packaged (full libretto and expansive, multi-author notes included), 
          as you would tend to expect from Warner Classics these days, but also 
          addresses some highly pertinent and relevant issues of today through 
          an ingeniously conceived time-travelling storyline. It is a tribute 
          to Michael Nyman (and of course his librettist) that he is able to rebut 
          those who accuse him of triteness and (over?) commerciality with a scenario, 
          related through highly listenable and often gripping music, that sets 
          the moral miasma which characterises the "new" eugenics within a centuries 
          old context. Along the way we encounter the great Spanish painter Goya, 
          Hitler and a host of inter-related and generally dubious ideas (the 
          line "Goya saw Hitler before Hitler saw Goya!" will remain in my memory 
          for some time). 
        
 
        
I would concur that anyone who totally detests the 
          Nyman style of composition, i.e. the repetitive and often high velocity 
          ostinati, the chugging, squelching(?) brass (especially sax) 
          may not find much (other than perhaps the fascinating storyline) to 
          grip them here but, for the rest of us, there is a great deal to admire, 
          even if it has to be admitted, the music, in the last analysis, does 
          not consistently reach the heights of what I regard as his (mostly 
          instrumental) masterpieces, e.g. Where The Bee Dances, MGV 
          and, of course, The Piano Concerto (the Argo disc containing 
          the latter two pieces original recordings was probably the most played 
          disc, for nostalgic British reasons as well as musical ones, during 
          my self-imposed exile in Bahrain in the mid 90s - encapsulating just 
          as much as VW, in its own way, the spirit of the much missed landscape 
          and culture). That said, it is well worthy of your attention, and certainly 
          stands up well when compared to say The Civil Wars of Philip 
          Glass. 
        
 
        
The brooding melancholia of the Prelude evolves 
          into the powerful Dogs Drowning in Sand to launch Act 1 with 
          a real sense of purpose. The remainder of this act and Act 2 are largely 
          concerned with Goya himself (and the posthumous history of his various 
          body parts!) and a range of contentious eugenics-related ideas, e.g. 
          those of Galton (much beloved of the Nazis) - "Just because Goya was 
          a fat Spaniard who liked chocolate does not make him a burglar" is a 
          typical lyric from a passage which acts as a critique on the supposed 
          link between genetics and crime. While the first disc, wherein the first 
          two acts are contained, has its fair proportion of the usual Nyman musical 
          rumbustiousness, there are also several moments of quite beautiful and 
          contemplative music (those who know the works mentioned above, especially 
          MGV, and others like Strong on Oaks…, will be (but will 
          not need to be!) reminded that Nyman does indeed possess such a musical 
          alter-ego to the more publicly renowned and displayed one). 
        
 
        
The remaining two acts (on disc two) continue in the 
          same vein but perhaps with an even greater emphasis on lyricism and 
          restraint - the subject matter here is very much more of the present 
          day though, with reference to genomes and cloning (and their commercial 
          exploitation and moral neutrality(?)). It is difficult to do full justice 
          to the intelligence and depth with which these topics (burning issues?) 
          are covered without resorting to quoting huge chunks of the libretto. 
          As the opera began, so it finishes, with a great surge of what can only 
          be called emotional power, distilled perhaps from the extremity of the 
          inspirations from which it was drawn. The portentous Dogs Drowning 
          in Sand (named for one of Goya's sketches - included in the booklet) 
          makes a temporary reappearance, after a section (about cloning) entitled 
          How can you be so stupid, with the last words left to Goya himself 
          - "I don't need to prove that I am human. It's there for all to see. 
          You blind bankers wear masks of greed. Some artists go naked so others 
          are freed...". 
        
 
        
This work, premiered, rather appropriately, in Santiago 
          de Compostela, is probably Nyman's most important, certainly if we are 
          talking not purely in musical terms. I'd like to view it as a pilgrimage 
          of conscience against some of the more horrific visions of the future 
          "progress" has to offer us, cast in the knowledge of past atrocities 
          of rather too similar provenance. This should be required listening 
          (and the libretto required reading) for every politician, scientist, 
          teacher etc. It revisits themes Nyman has touched on before (Act 3 quotes 
          from the composer's own theme to the sci-fi movie Gattaca - the 
          name comes from a sequence of bases in the genetic code!) but goes far 
          beyond in making a real statement about issues that ought to be being 
          discussed far more than they are at present. The whole package is a 
          fascinating document and, as well as the words in four languages and 
          numerous relevant illustrations, it contains excellent articles by Robert 
          Worby (on Nyman's historical context - as the coiner of "minimalism" 
          etc.), the composer himself (on the opera's genesis) and a Dr. Neve 
          of the Wellcome Trust (on the science behind the opera). To sum up the 
          message at work here, I'll reproduce a text from the booklet, itself 
          drawn from the end credits of Gattaca:- "There is no gene for 
          the human spirit". 
        
 
        
Neil Horner