We have three works 
                from Hovhaness for piano and various 
                forces one of which will have escaped 
                the attention of all but the most dedicated 
                follower. This is the Concerto for two 
                pianos and orchestra, written in 1954 
                but only premiered, by these forces, 
                in Moscow in 2004. It’s a work that 
                characteristically abjures virtuosic 
                strut and pyrotechnics and concentrates 
                instead on sonority and intriguing conjunctions. 
                The opening is in full Hovhaness Renaissance 
                style – rich, full, especially the brass 
                that puts one in mind of ermined and 
                ruffed ceremonial. The pianos sound 
                more elliptical, full of plinking suggestions, 
                decorative filigree and a surging VW 
                nobility (I thought of Dives and 
                Lazarus). There are very occasional 
                dissonant interjections and a big role 
                for the percussion towards the end of 
                the first movement. In the slow movement 
                he evokes the kanun – as the notes explain 
                this is a zither-like instrument – and 
                this, allied to important roles for 
                brass and wind, includes a raga section. 
                With the finale we have the cyclical 
                return of the Renaissance ceremonial 
                as well as more Indian derived motifs 
                that drive forward with passion though 
                the former leads to reiteration of the 
                bold brass and wind themes before they’re 
                taken up by the full orchestra; a gong 
                crash lends a triumphant feel to the 
                triumphant end. 
              
 
              
The three pieces for 
                two pianos comprise Mihr (1945), 
                Vijag (1946) and Ko-ola-u 
                (1962). They’re all short and brilliantly 
                inventive. Mihr was the Armenian 
                fire god and once more Hovhaness has 
                recourse to kanun imitation as he had 
                in the concerto for two pianos rendering 
                an Eastern cast to the music for its 
                entire length. Ruminative, feasting 
                on repetition, it also evokes a faster 
                allegro type drive; what strikes the 
                ear most forcibly however are the ebullient 
                patterns that seem to prefigure in some 
                way minimalism without ever sinking 
                into its frequent banality and bathos. 
                Vijag is associated with an Armenian 
                feast of Ascension and it had me hypnotised 
                with its four-minute drone. Ko-ola-u 
                is the most recent, named after a Hawaiian 
                mountain range; ceremonial counterpoint 
                over a drone inform this one, as does 
                lissom writing and rhythmic sophistication. 
              
 
              
Lousadzak – 
                concerto for piano and orchestra 
                was written in 1944. It opens in a withdrawn 
                way but soon leads to an extensive cadenza, 
                kanun imitation and evocative sonorities 
                that evoke the Persian and Turkish lutes. 
                Hovhaness writes a splendid passage 
                for solo violin and plenty of treble 
                flecked writing for the piano and directly 
                summons up the sounds of bagpipes in 
                a work that teems with colour as well 
                as repetitive rhythmic gestures. 
              
 
              
The performances, needles 
                to say, are highly accomplished; to 
                them we owe the premiere of the Concerto 
                for two pianos and orchestra. The recorded 
                sound is sympathetic and warm, the notes 
                helpful and the first recording of the 
                concerto makes this, I’d have thought, 
                a mandatory purchase for Hovhaness admirers. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf