British Music for Strings III
  Dame Ethel SMYTH (1858-1944)
  Suite for Strings, Op. 1a (1883/1890) [28:57]
  Susan SPAIN-DUNK (1880-1962)
  Suite for String Orchestra (1920) ed Peter Cigleris [15:47]
  Constance WARREN (1905-1984)
  Heather Hill, for String Orchestra (1929-32) [6:50]
  Susan SPAIN-DUNK
  Lament, for String Orchestra (1934) ed Peter Cigleris [5:52]
  Ruth GIPPS (1921-1999)
  Cringlemire Garden, Op. 39 (1952) [6:19]
  Südwestdeutsches Kammerorchester Pforzheim/Douglas Bostock
  rec. November 2020, CongressCentrum, Pforzheim
  CPO 555 457-2 [63:52]
	     The third volume in this series is devoted to British 
          women composers. The genre is the suite or the impression, the composers 
          ranging from the oldest, Ethel Smyth, to Ruth Gipps. Smyth’s Suite 
          for Strings dates from 1890 but has roots in her String Quintet, her 
          Op.1 composed in 1883 when she was studying in Leipzig. It seems from 
          Lewis Foreman’s notes that though a score of the orchestral version 
          was apparently published in 1891, it has proved impossible to trace 
          (though a piano duet version has been sourced) and so the work has been 
          edited by Douglas Bostock for this recording. The work has lain unperformed 
          since its performance in London in 1890. It’s a five-movement 
          work, and includes some wholesome-sounding themes, some slightly folksy, 
          and an attractive though hardly deep slow movement. To balance the 9-minute 
          opening movement there’s a similarly expansive finale, which feints 
          at a fugato and then behaves itself.
          
          Susan Spain-Dunk has earned some airtime on national radio in Britain 
          recently. She wrote a Phantasy Quartet in 1915 – most British 
          composers did, it was the equivalent of writing a fugue - and later 
          came to the notice of Henry Wood who invited her to conduct at the Proms 
          between 1924 and 1927. Later still she became a teacher of harmony and 
          composition. Her Suite for string orchestra was composed in 1920 – 
          equidistant between the Cobbett-inspired Quartet and the Wood-backed 
          appearances at the Proms - and, like the Smyth, is in five movement 
          though it’s half the length. It’s a very lyric, professional 
          piece of work in the lighter style, though it’s never frivolous. 
          There’s a tinge of melancholy in the Romance central movement 
          – it was written two years after war’s end – and altogether 
          it’s an accomplished though hardly memorable work.
          
          Her other work here is the Lament of 1934, edited – as was her 
          Suite – by Peter Cigleris. It’s an unusual kind of lament, 
          sounding more celebratory than anything, an in memoriam that 
          seems to have inspired happy recollections rather than loss and despair. 
          The jauntier elements are almost disconcertingly paradoxical.
          
          Constance Warren (1905-1984) was a pianist – a student of Curzon, 
          in fact, and a composition student of Benjamin Dale and York Bowen. 
          Her later success as a teacher in Birmingham curtailed her compositional 
          life so the surviving music dates from her student years at the Royal 
          Academy of Music in London. Heather Hill dates from 1929-32 
          is a tender pastoral with a more up-tempo B section. It’s a good 
          example of the genre. Ruth Gipps is increasingly recorded these days 
          and her mini tone poem Cringlemire Garden dates from 1952 when 
          she was in her early 30s. It’s cast in folkloric-pastoral form 
          showing more than a touch of Vaughan Williams in both thematic consequence 
          and string distribution.
          
          The acoustic of the CongressCentrum rather inflates the sound of the 
          string orchestra – there are fourteen players in the photograph 
          of the orchestra – but the results are not unattractive.
          
          These are attractive works directed by Bostock with affectionate perception. 
          There are no masterpieces here, though, so realism is required.
           
          Jonathan Woolf
          
          
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