This disc is a composite of several interesting elements. First, 
                it shows a greater degree of substance than most of the McKay 
                works that have been recorded up to now. Second, it demonstrates 
                the fears that were evident in America after it had just come out of the Great Depression but slowly became 
                aware of the growth of fascism elsewhere in the world at the same 
                time. Third, it demonstrates that at this time Americans were 
                realizing that the industrial aspects of the recovery were producing 
                a country that was strange to many of its citizens. Finally, it 
                harks back to a period when artistic works that crossed “traditional” 
                boundaries were popular - this work is sometimes described as 
                a ‘ballet’ and sometimes as a ‘symphony’.  
              
Though 
                  this work is meant to be danced from start to finish, the musical 
                  section is self-contained, being held together motivically. 
                  It is in the four movements of a symphony, each evoking the 
                  work of a famous American poet (Poe, Sidney Lanier, Whitman 
                  and Carl Sandberg). It does this more in atmosphere than in 
                  any autobiographical sense or through the setting of particular 
                  poems. The chorus is wordless, but is used very effectively. 
                  The evocations of the four poets more or less generate a history 
                  of America from roughly 1835 to 1935, the year of composition. 
                
Although 
                  each movement has an elaborate dance scenario, we hear only 
                  the music here, which hangs together perfectly well. Poe and 
                  his descent (Symbolic Portrait) into madness is an interesting 
                  place to start a symphony and the movement becomes progressively 
                  more jagged and eventually hysterical. In the ballet scenario 
                  various ghostly figures appear which would only add to the gloomy 
                  feeling. McKay’s writing in the last part of this movement is 
                  some of his best ever. Totally different is Sidney Lanier, a 
                  poet not much read today and even going out of style in 1935. 
                  He is the inspiration for a Pastoral that is more in the typical 
                  McKay manner. It is descriptive of nature’s wonders in North America and makes very effective use 
                  of the women’s chorus. The middle sections describing the great 
                  rivers and the coda with chorus are especially serene. 
                
After 
                  classic American literature and the native landscape comes the 
                  inevitable movement west in the Whitman section (Westward!). 
                  This starts with the growth of American cities and then the 
                  inhabitants steadily moving west. I found the music here not 
                  as original as that of the first two movements, although the 
                  variant of the opening theme from the first movement that is 
                  used to describe Whitman is quite good and the music improves 
                  slightly as the prairies are conquered. At the end of the movement 
                  the triumphal tone begins to show a slight edge, which will 
                  lead us into the fourth movement. 
                
The 
                  last movement, Machine Age Blues, is the crux of the symphony 
                  and was encored at the premiere. Here, Machine, not Man, is 
                  the master and the skyscrapers are scarier than anything in 
                  the famous work of Carpenter. Multiple troubles assail America: the machinery; jazzy music symbolizing 
                  decadence and a very different City from Whitman’s time. They 
                  combine musically to portray a swift slide towards destruction. 
                  These musical elements later combine with satirical blues and 
                  cheap dances leading to a frenzied combination of all these 
                  musical components. On the stage Poe’s ghost reappears and those 
                  dancing to the cheap music do so to their end. Musically this 
                  is quite effective and I’m sure the visual element would add 
                  quite a bit more. This is not the “classic” American 1930s symphony 
                  of vision and optimism and I’m sure Roy Harris or Walter Piston 
                  wouldn’t have known what to do with it.
                
We 
                  are greatly in the debt of all involved in the production of 
                  this recording for showing us not only another side of McKay, 
                  but also a different musical view of a time in American history 
                  from the one that we usually get - one that is perhaps due to 
                  the composer and perhaps to the locale in which he was living. 
                  John Nardolillo is especially to be commended for maintaining 
                  almost constant interest in a piece that goes on for over an 
                  hour and at the same time lacks the visual element of its overall 
                  conception. Occasional longueurs or drops in tension seem to 
                  be less his fault than that of the composer. The orchestra, 
                  while not professional, gives their performance a great deal 
                  of enthusiasm and as said above, the choral preparation is first 
                  rate. The Singletary Center was perhaps 
                  not the greatest choice for this recording - it has a rather 
                  cavernous sound. This disc is very much for those who continue 
                  to be interested in McKay and his magnum opus on disc and to 
                  those looking for a different view of American musical history 
                  of this time.
                  
                  William Kreindler
                  
                  see also Review 
                  by Rob Barnett