Gasparo’s Twelve 
                Tone piano miniatures disc showed, 
                to those who weren’t previously aware 
                of it, an impressively winning Křenek 
                whose command of the idiom was enlivened 
                by a degree of impressionistic beauty 
                that never failed to grip and indeed 
                to move. Since Křenek piano discs 
                are hardly flavour of the month but 
                neither are they now, thank goodness, 
                the rare commodities that they 
                once were, it has proved a pleasure 
                to encounter the composer in Capriccio’s 
                age-spanning conspectus. Whereas Gasparo 
                took 1938-54 here we range from the 
                early 1920 Sonatine to the late Sonata 
                of 1988, written three years before 
                his death, and it represents nearly 
                seventy years of concentrated compositional 
                life. 
              
 
              
These are superficially 
                more immediately appealing, perhaps, 
                than Gasparo’s austere-sounding Twelve 
                Tone selection but oddly I like them 
                less. I was moved by them less, as well, 
                and it’s hard to say why. Assuredly 
                this has nothing to do with the lissom 
                vivacity of pianist Till Alexander Körber. 
                In the early Sonatine for example he 
                catches the romantic drive fused with 
                hints of chromaticism that gives this 
                piece its dramatic tension. The post-Romantic 
                harmonies are quite explicit but whilst 
                the slow movement – a sliver under two 
                minutes in length – is incisive and 
                full of attractive chordal development 
                the vivace finale is a bit of a nondescript 
                whirl. The Twelve Variations are commendably 
                cogent – they’re grouped into three 
                (5, 3 and 4 variations) and elliptical, 
                tangential composition is the order 
                of the day. The second group of three 
                - two adagios and an allegretto – rises 
                and crests on waves of brow-furrowing 
                ambiguity, intensely compressed and 
                ultimately rather bleak. The final Adagio 
                variation seems to be slipping away 
                but then ends on a note of absolute 
                defiance. I can’t tell what musico-biographical 
                forces may have been at work in this 
                1937 work but one can guess and they 
                seem unignorable. 
              
 
              
The 
                Piano Piece in Eleven Parts (1967) jumps 
                forward three decades to Křenek’s 
                American years. The work’s formal symmetry 
                is matched by concision and moments 
                of fractious outburst (listen to the 
                walking left hand bass of No.3!) as 
                well as the almost pointillist 
                lucidity of such as No.10. Echoes 
                from Austria is a series of very 
                short Ländler, the adduced complexity 
                of which is suggested in the notes. 
                Certainly this is, at its simplest and 
                most critically crude, a bittersweet 
                exercise but it is full of a degree 
                of ambivalence (see the Moderato Fifth) 
                and barely concealed vehemence – an 
                almost frantic intensity of feeling 
                is palpable in the last, a Larghetto-Allegro 
                that ends in fissure and driving collapse. 
                The Seventh Sonata (Op.240, 1988) adheres 
                to a more introspective but also playful 
                aesthetic, with a spare central panel, 
                and subsequent ascending motifs of great 
                (but never overwrought) complex simplicity. 
                It’s an eleven-minute summation of wisdom 
                and technical sophistication. 
              
 
              
Körber writes 
                helpful notes 
                as well as steering us through the curve 
                of Křenek’s compositional development 
                with adroit musicality. As I said I 
                think the greater reserves of beauty 
                and precision lie in the Twelve Tone 
                selection but Capriccio gives us a high 
                vantage point over his oeuvre. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf