The Naxos series devoted 
                to Catalan, Manuel Blancafort, a contemporary 
                of the equally long-lived Mompou, continues 
                with a second volume that again mines 
                his seam of youthful pianistic melancholia. 
                There are, it’s true, some parallels 
                with Mompou, though Blancafort lacks 
                the better-known Catalan’s exploration 
                of Satie-esque hypnotism, counterpoint 
                (late adopted) and a spiritual realm 
                that embraced stillness and the mystical. 
                Both however certainly owed much to 
                impressionism and to Ravel in particular 
                and this gives Blancafort’s music a 
                sense of tension though never mocking 
                romanticism. 
               
              
The Six Short Pieces 
                fuse nature painting with impressionistic 
                devices and have a songful lyricism 
                that impresses. The elusive apartness 
                of the last of them in particular, Peace 
                at twilight, gives us a graphic 
                example of Debussian influence. There 
                are six Country Games and Dances and 
                these equally compressed pieces, most 
                around the two-minute mark in length, 
                evoke sensibilities, feelings and gentle 
                movement, though for all the rocking 
                subtlety of Poc a poc (Little 
                by little) and the affectionately drawn 
                Reposat (Tranquillo) they tend 
                to lack an individual stamp. More impressive 
                is the set of Intimate Songs I where 
                tristesse (I went to the beach to 
                relax and the sky was grey…runs 
                the superscription of one of them) and 
                flurries of tears (Llàgrimes) 
                fuse throughout the eight settings with 
                colour, rhythmic quirks (try Nothing 
                can console me) and a certain deliberate, 
                antique gravity (I have forgiven 
                you). There’s plenty of variety 
                and mood setting here and real textual 
                and technical command. The Eight Pieces, 
                from 1920-21, are descriptive and attractive; 
                the wind scurries of the first (with 
                excellent chordal depth from pianist 
                Miquel Villalba) is intriguingly voiced 
                and the stirring hymnal concentration 
                of the second, Església endolada) 
                is strong in expression and a degree 
                of noble resignation. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf 
                
              
see also review 
                by Roger Blackburn