Guinjoan,
                    born in Tarragona, helped his parents in the fields until
                    he was twenty. His musical talents first won him a place
                    in Barcelona's conservatory then at the Ecole Normale in
                    Paris. After a career as concert pianist, which ended in
                    1960, he turned to composition, studying in Paris and attending
                    classes with Messiaen, concerts of Domaine Musicale and encountering
                    Berio, Xenakis and Stockhausen. His first works until the
                    mid-1970s were avant-garde - the stuff of London's Roundhouse. 
                
                 
                
                
                Here the
                    three single movement concertos are a product of his later
                    more accessible style although they sometimes wave the shrouds
                    of his earlier years. 
                
                 
                
                The Clarinet
                      Concerto is wild, woolly, unruly, effervescent, feral,
                      jazzy, boisterous, percussion-riled and rapped ... even
                      humorous. Parallels are going to be approximate as usual
                      but the closest I can offer are late Bernstein and Panufnik
                      in his most explosive vein.  Here it is played by the dedicatee.
                      The Piano Concerto emerges from inky realms, grumbling
                      deep in the bass and generating great churning whirlpools,
                      jazzily metropolitan, confident, tense, dissonant, plangent,
                      crystalline, ruthlessly violent and exciting. It is dedicated
                      to Ernest Lluch who was assassinated by ETA.  The Music
                      for cello and orchestra is also played by its dedicatee.
                      It starts, as does the Clarinet Concerto, with the solo
                      instrument alone. Here the cello is sinister, woody, resonant,
                      motorically awesome, gritty, alive with virtuoso invention.
                      It inevitably echoes the otherness of the Kodaly solo cello
                      sonata. After some five minutes of soliloquy the orchestra
                      joins in a tempest of motivic shards and shadows with some
                      gamelan tattoos as at 10:04. This is in the further reaches
                      and is closer to Guinjoan's 1970s avant-garde grounding.
                      Nevertheless much of this is fascinating and as the work
                      progresses the voices of disintegration are subdued if
                      not completely stilled.
                
                 
                
                Guinjoan
                    is now one of Catalan music's doyens. I hope there is some
                    way to get to hear his well reported Second Symphony and
                    his opera Gaudi. 
                
                 
                
                Do get
                    this disc - it's not an easy listen for most of the time
                    but it is rewarding and will appeal to anyone already wedded
                    to the constituency of Bernstein, Bolcom and Schuman. 
                
                 
                
                    Rob Barnett
                
                     
                
                
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