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              The helpful forty-two page booklet gives us,
                  in brief, the composer’s biography and a very useful list of
                  compositions. As Käser is probably a new name for you - as
                  he was for me - then I will give a brief outline of his achievements.
 
 Käser was born in Zurich in 1959 and his earliest
                  recognized piece dates from 1985, a curious work for eight
                  guitars and ten recorders. He has trained as guitarist and
                  studied composition under Hans-Ulrich Lehmann and Roland Moser.
                  From 1990 he started to work with theatre music, and later
                  with improvisational groups. Since 1985 he has been professor
                  of guitar in Zurich. In addition he has also won several prizes
                  for his works including the high profile Swiss Authors’ Society
                  SSA for trans-disciplinary composition for the project ‘Sounding
                  Sculptures’. That should all give us at least an inkling of
                  what to expect.
 
 I think that the most impressive work on the
                  disc is the first one listed. Indeed I have been thinking of
                  it as a real masterpiece. I find myself reminded of Schoenberg’s Pierrot
                  Lunaire except that Käser has a singer not a speaker. I
                  thought of Henze’s Voices except that Käser has only
                  one vocal part. The text is by a single author; he called himself ‘Alexander’ but
                  his real name was Ernst Herbeck. The words are in the booklet
                  in German but, very sadly for us monoglot English-speakers,
                  not translated. Herbeck was, how I can put it, a madman and
                  was undergoing psychiatric treatment in 1960 when his therapist
                  put the idea to him that he should try to express his inner
                  self in poetry. This he did. The only one of these surrealist
                  effusions that is translated can be found in the notes.
                  It is the first song Der Morgen. ‘In Autumn strings
                  the fairy wind/Since in the snow the/ Manes meet/Blackbirds
                  whistle/In the wind and eat.’  This, at least gives you a flavour
                  of the other poems which have been vaguely translated for me
                  by a friend but which he doesn’t want me to put into print.
 
 There is no doubt that it helps enormously
                  to have a wonderful performance. Rosemary Hardy is exemplary
                  in this difficult score. Her melodic lines are not always as
                  angular and awkward as in Schoenberg. In fact they can sometimes
                  be tonal, or modal - a little like a folk melody. However it
                  is the contrasting accompanimental background with its polyrhythms,
                  semi-improvisation and atonality, which she has to compete
                  with, that creates the challenge. Also there is an emotional
                  challenge in this music directly from the words. Passages alternate
                  between the hushed and expectant and the despairing, powerful
                  and often very dramatic. I was especially taken by Song 9 ‘Sudliche
                  Winde’ in which the clarinet and flute wind lithe and unpredictable
                  strands in a haze of delight around a gentle vocal line, which
                  jumps and plays in sheer pleasure. It’s followed by ‘Die Zigarette’ which
                  for just 29 seconds has a simulated stutter on Zs and Ss mirrored
                  by similar vocal buzzing and percussion hisses. After that
                  comes another contrast: a sort of patter song, ‘Ross und Reiter’,
                  mirrored by equally frantic instrumental passages. I mention
                  these three just to show you how, in the space of two minutes
                  or so there is so much contrast. I love also ‘Stich’ – just
                  16 seconds duration but all on one note like a startled rabbit
                  caught in a headlight and unable to move off the pitch. Number
                  14 of the 25 songs is ‘B’; just a sad little folksong.
 
 I can pass over quite quickly the two short
                  pieces. ‘Dupuy Tren’ is for three recorders. It gets increasingly
                  awkward and indeed painful to play as it completes its five
                  minutes course. The ‘Five Pieces’ for cello and clarinet (doubling
                  bass clarinet) are just chippings from the composer’s workshop.
                  They include some element of improvisation.
 
 However the last work should detain us a little
                  as it is a thirty-five minute chamber piece of some significance.
                  Called ‘Nebul’ meaning ‘Fog’ It was started in November 2000
                  at a time of great fog in the composer’s town. The month of
                  November started to play a strong role in its formation so
                  that each of its seven movements is entitled November I, November
                  II, III etc. Is it a descriptive work? Well, no, the composer
                  categorically maintains. But to quote Käser: “I was more interested
                  in moving, misty forms, than in an unalterable grey.” How does
                  he achieve this? He does this by: 1. Voices moving in independent
                  tempi; 2. Integrating chaotic states with ordered structure;
                  3. The spatial nature of tone colours and 4. Slow-moving nuanced
                  shadings of harmony.
 
 Much in this music happens slowly. November
                  IV was striking. We begin with simple basic material comprising
                  high-pitched noises from piccolo and percussion. These gradually
                  move apart in tempi, alla Ligeti, or as the booklet writer
                  says “The pulses experience a stretto”. He uses microtones
                  as the music swims around seemingly aimlessly. Gradually melodies
                  on harmonics emerge over this background. November V (Fish
                  of the Fog) begins with a clarinet and then flute. It’s all
                  very effervescent. Bassoon joins in and a violin plays strained
                  harmonies above. Piccolo adds rhythmic squeaks. This is a fascinating
                  and original piece; certainly repaying the listening time spent
                  on it.
 
 As for the disc as a whole, if you enjoy contemporary
                  music with something new and original to say then it is well
                  worth searching out. The booklet essay is lengthy and mostly
                  pretentious although with some interesting and thoughtful comments.
                  The performances are superb and the recording vivid and clear.
 
 Gary Higginson
 
 
   
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