The 32-minute suite 
                presents five of Howells RCM friends 
                ‘pictured within’. There is a delight 
                in creation in this music and the composer’s 
                self-awareness of powers and confidence 
                at high noon. The idiom is a little 
                like Vaughan Williams but always brighter 
                and more ecstatically impressionistic. 
                Bublum is Howells himself - the composer 
                like Strauss, Elgar and Holbrooke not 
                shrinking from self-portraiture. The 
                music is alive with bustle and delirium. 
                It catches a milieu unknowingly on the 
                edge of events that would tread down 
                a generation, destroy many of the friends 
                and transform the others. Bartholomew 
                is Gurney - this movement should surely 
                be played as you read Michael Hurd's 
                biography. The picture is one of pensiveness 
                and lyrical gentleness. The micro-scherzo 
                Blissy refers to Arthur Bliss and its 
                cheery ebullience hints at Bliss's music. 
                Bliss was to find some release from 
                the wartime nightmares in his Symphony 
                Morning Heroes. Bunny was Francis 
                Purcell Warren, a reputedly excellent 
                violist. Warren was killed at the battle 
                of Mons and Howells wrote, as a loving 
                memorial, his Elegy for viola, string 
                quartet and string orchestra. This is 
                glorious in the hands of Boult (on a 
                Lyrita LP SRCS 69, never reissued, wouldn’t 
                you know) but also very good with Hickox's 
                on Chandos CHAN 9161. The Benjee movement 
                refers to the irrepressible Arthur Benjamin 
                who himself wrote a Pastoral Rhapsody 
                for string quartet and who flew 
                for the RFC. He was finally shot down 
                over enemy trenches and imprisoned in 
                Germany. The friends seem arm in arm 
                in the final moments the world at their 
                all-conquering and unknowing feet: a 
                ‘Testament of Youth’ indeed. 
              
 
              
The Three Dances 
                are from 1915. The first and last 
                are folksily eager and bright-eyed, 
                sounding at times like Latvian folk 
                music as in Janis Ivanovs Violin Concerto. 
                This work is not as dry as RVW’s Concerto 
                Academico or Holst's Double Concerto; 
                certainly not as desiccated as the 
                outer movements of the Finzi Violin 
                Concerto (Chandos, Tasmin Little). It 
                is a closer kin to the RVW Lark Ascending 
                and to Julius Harrison's Bredon 
                Hill (how long O Lord how long?). 
                The quasi lento is deeply poignant 
                music reaching towards the profundity 
                and joy-in-tears best conveyed by Finzi's 
                Introit. 
              
 
              
The orchestral cycle 
                In Green Ways is given plenty 
                of operatic ‘welly’ by Yvonne Kenny. 
                I wondered whether this was quite the 
                sensitive approach the words demanded 
                especially in Under The Greenwood 
                Tree. But then the first song is 
                one of extroversion and excitement. 
                It is followed by the ‘centre of gravity’ 
                of the cycle the murmuring soliloquising 
                pastoral philosophising of James Stephens 
                Goat Paths. Hearing the climactic 
                statement of the words ‘to the deeper 
                quietude’ which looks to the shattering 
                expressive climaxes of Hymnus Paradisi. 
                Merry Margaret glints and swoons 
                in rapturous melisma. The orchestral 
                piano ripples too paralleling Corydon’s 
                Dance and Scherzo - In Arden. 
                Wanderers Nightsong might almost 
                refer to Ivor Gurney's nocturnal pilgrimages 
                across the Gloucestershire and Cotswold 
                fields - a touch of Samuel Barber here 
                too. Intriguing that Goethe, a German 
                poet, should be an acceptable voice 
                in the depths of 1915. The last song 
                recaptures the brilliance of Scherzo 
                - in Arden. 
              
 
              
As the Pastoral 
                Rhapsody and the Threnody were 
                the gems of the first volume the highlights 
                here are Goats Path, the lento 
                from the Three Dances and the 
                prescient Bartholomew lament 
                from The Bs. 
              
 
              
Essential listening 
                for pursuers of the English pastoral 
                vein: stunningly performed and recorded. 
                
                Rob Barnett  
              
see also review 
                by Hubert Culot