Daniel 
                Börtz must be counted among the foremost Swedish composers of 
                the post-war generation. He has an impressive list of works, including 
                eleven symphonies, chamber music, concertos and operas, of which 
                The Bacchae (1988-89), directed by Ingmar Bergman and also 
                presented in a TV-production, was a success. It is also available 
                on CD with Sylvia Lindenstrand and a very young Peter Mattei in 
                the leading roles (Caprice CAP 22028:1-2).
              His 
                first composition teacher was Hilding Rosenberg, who was a cousin 
                of his father, and later he studied at the Royal College of Music 
                in Stockholm with Karl-Birger Blomdahl and Ingvar Lidholm. He 
                has also been a broadcaster, for some years the host for Nya 
                timmen, a request programme for modern music. This reveals 
                that he is a communicative person. That he is firmly established 
                as a leading force in Swedish music life is further underlined 
                by the fact that the annual composer festival at the Concert Hall 
                in Stockholm in 1992 was devoted to him.
              The 
                step from Euripides to Aeschylus seems logical. It was Ingmar 
                Bergman who guided Börtz to director Olof Molander’s versions 
                of the Oresteia trilogy, which he had performed at the 
                Swedish National Theatre in the early 1950s, where he had incorporated 
                the three tragedies into a single entity. Initially Börtz had 
                contemplated an opera but was unable to see how the theme of reconciliation 
                could be expressed on stage. In the end an oratorio was the solution, 
                where the music has the leading part. Börtz further reduced Molander’s 
                concept to a narrative in two parts:
              ‘Clytemnestra 
                and her daughter Electra are living in Argos with Agamemnon’s 
                cousin Aegisthus. She has sent Orestes, her son by Agamemnon, 
                to be raised elsewhere. Agamemnon, with the prophetess Cassandra 
                as part of his booty, returns from the Trojan War. Cassandra foretells 
                the murder of Agamemnon. Clytemnestra slays Agamemnon (and Cassandra) 
                to avenge the death of her daughter Iphigenia whom Agamemnon had 
                sacrificed to the gods in the expectation of their support in 
                battle. In the second part of the narrative, Orestes returns to 
                Argos in disguise and murders Aegisthus and Clytemnestra. The 
                furies demand that Orestes be punished for the murders but in 
                the concluding trial, Pallas Athene exhorts them to moderate their 
                demands and Orestes is freed.’
              The 
                central roles in the drama are those of the leader of the choir, 
                who is the narrator, and the choir, who comment and express their 
                feelings in the classic Greek tradition. The orchestra are fundamental. 
                Through the course of the drama these three elements work together 
                to create a unity that is at the same time topical and timeless.
              The 
                music is as many-facetted as the drama and ranges from strident 
                clusters and shattering eruptions from percussion and brass to 
                inward lyricism. There’s even a folksong atmosphere in the prologue, 
                where a shepherd plays his flute before he sings his tale of the 
                herdsman who ‘took to his home / a little, suckling lion cup / 
                and he fed and cared for it …’ And everyone liked it. ‘But when 
                the lion was fully grown / its predatory nature prevailed / bringing 
                alarm and death / to the terrified folk of the farm.’ The tale 
                recurs as an epilogue and is sung in both cases with beautiful 
                androgynous tone by Adrian Dolata.
              Listeners 
                unaccustomed to contemporary music may at first feel a bit alienated 
                by some of the writing here but in the main this is accessible 
                music that is rooted in tonality. Börtz writes with great understanding 
                of the human voice. For the most part the vocal solos – they are 
                not exactly arias – are eminently singable. That also goes for 
                the choral parts, but on the other hand this virtuoso choir can 
                sing almost anything, however complicated. What impresses me most 
                of all is Börtz’s skilful handling of the orchestra: colourful 
                but restrained, maybe economical is the best word, saving the 
                big outbreaks for the climaxes where they are so much more telling. 
                His discriminating choice of voice-type and character for each 
                role is another asset. He designated the role of Aegisthus to 
                the high baritone of Olle Persson, one of the most versatile singers 
                in the country, but he hardly sings a tone. Instead he employs 
                practically all the means of expression that are within the scope 
                of a human voice – and to superb effect. This is one of the most 
                formidable non-singing roles I have heard a classically schooled 
                singer perform.
              But 
                the whole cast are magnificent: the hoch-dramatische soprano 
                of Annalena Persson cuts with Birgit Nilsson like steely brilliance 
                through the orchestra in Electra’s role; Ingrid Tobiasson’s Clytemnestra 
                is a trial of strength, superbly executed. Marianne Eklöf is a 
                Pallas Athena of real stature, while Anna Larsson is a noble and 
                impressive Cassandra, to compare with her Erda in the recent Stockholm 
                Ring.
              Apart 
                from Electra there are no high female voices and significantly 
                there is no tenor in the cast either. Anders Larsson has steadily 
                developed to a splendid Italianate baritone and he is a sonorous 
                and expressive Orestes. Esa Ruuttunen seemed cut out for the role 
                of Agamemnon – he has long been one of the great singing-actors 
                in the Nordic countries. He is certainly expressive but his voice 
                is drier than I have heard him before.
              But 
                it is Anita Björk, one of the most legendary Swedish actors during 
                the last sixty-five (!) years, who carries the greatest burden 
                as leader of the choir and narrator. She does it magnificently. 
                Deeply involved, with burning intensity and – in the last resort 
                – a kind of objective distance, she is the hub around which everything 
                rotates. There is another hub of course: Alan Gilbert, whom the 
                Stockholm Philharmonic will lose next year when he will become 
                music director of the New York Philharmonic. Here he has a firm 
                grip on the proceedings and with state-of-the-art recording – 
                as we have come to expect from BIS – this is both a sonic feast 
                and a deep tragedy, mercilessly unfolded until in the last scene 
                resolution is obtained.
              The 
                substantial ‘filler’, the concerto for recorder and orchestra 
                entitled A Joker’s Tales is a tour de force for 
                Dan Laurin, who is certainly one of the leading instrumentalists 
                in the world. He is at home in contemporary music as well as in 
                the ancient past – where most of the instrument’s repertoire is 
                to be found. Börtz has, as always, a fine ear for orchestral colour 
                and also for rhythm. This concerto was released a couple of years 
                ago on a disc with more contemporary music for recorder. I refer 
                readers to the enthusiastic review 
                by my colleague Dominy Clements.
              Let 
                me just add that I am indebted to Göran Bergendal’s liner-notes 
                for much of the information on Börtz and the work and also the 
                summary of the plot.
              I 
                have heard a lot of music by Daniel Börtz through the years and 
                the Royal Stockholm Opera’s The Bacchae, more than fifteen 
                years ago, was a deeply moving experience. I believe that Orestes 
                ranks even higher. At least that is what I feel right now. As 
                a matter of fact I can’t remember when a composition of this kind 
                made such a deep impression.
              Göran 
                Forsling