First issued on LP 
                in 1984, the opening bars of Daniel 
                Lentz’s On the Leopard Altar 
                seem to place it firmly in the minimalist 
                idiom of that period, to place it, that 
                is, with the work of Riley, Glass and 
                Reich. But as one listens further, it 
                becomes clear that Lentz was not a fully 
                signed-up minimalist. Yes, ‘Is it love?’ 
                makes one think immediately of that 
                Americanised gamelan music, that phased 
                and staggered repetition of melodic 
                and rhythmic units, those percussive 
                keyboard sounds, those synthesiser pulses; 
                but before long the music moves through 
                different tonalities with a speed that 
                more doctrinaire ‘minimalists’ would 
                have found quite unseemly and the singing 
                has a charm that belongs in a different 
                musical language. 
              
 
              
Later, in ‘Requiem’, 
                the last track on the CD – the short 
                playing time of which is the result 
                of it being the straight reissue of 
                an LP – Jessica Lowe’s voice produces 
                an effect quite other than any one might 
                have anticipated from the opening of 
                ‘Is it Love?’. The mood, her voice heard 
                in a reverberant acoustic with keyboards 
                chiming like church bells, is a strange 
                and hypnotic fusion of ritual music 
                from some unknown religion and an unissued 
                track by Enya! In between, there’s ‘Lascaux’, 
                a piece played on twenty five tuned 
                wine glasses; the composer tells us 
                that sixteen of them are rubbed and 
                nine struck. Reverb has been added, 
                but otherwise the sounds are undoctored 
                – and very beautiful they are, slow 
                and haunting, with a startling purity. 
                ‘Wolf is Dead’ is, again, closer to 
                minimalist idioms; insistent patterns 
                and pulses, create, for my taste, a 
                surface and texture so highly polished 
                that the attention too easily slips 
                off, for all the undoubted vivacity 
                of the writing. ‘On the Leopard Altar’ 
                is altogether sparer - and altogether 
                more compelling - in texture. It uses 
                six short songs - I wish the texts were 
                provided - each heard both alone and 
                in combination with its fellows. The 
                results are intriguing, at times beautiful. 
              
 
              
This early work by 
                Lentz is, for the most part, still striking 
                and effective. It suggests a composer 
                with several strings to his bow, with 
                the musical imagination to strike out 
                in a number of different directions. 
                Unfortunately I have heard very little 
                of the music Lentz has written since 
                On the Leopard Altar, but from 
                what I have read of it his later work 
                has, indeed, been stylistically various 
                and imaginative. 
              
 
              
In the magazine Mojo, 
                in August 1998, Paul McCartney described 
                On the Leopard Altar as "a strange 
                record" and declared that it "should’ve 
                been a hit". Perhaps it is too 
                late for it to be a ‘hit’ - though I 
                could imagine either ‘Requiem’ or ‘Lascaux’ 
                getting a lot of attention if plugged 
                in the right quarter. Classic FM, perhaps? 
                It isn’t too late, though, for it to 
                find listeners who might enjoy its unclassifiable 
                music – not quite ‘classical’, not quite 
                ‘new age’, not quite … just playful, 
                inventive, engaging music. 
              
Glyn Pursglove