Catching the acoustic 
                  leakage through my nice open-backed headphones while I was listening 
                  to Threnody for the Victims of Hiroshima, my better half 
                  said, “gawd, that’s an awful noise – sounds like something from 
                  Dr. Who!” Much worse in fact, for there are no rubber monsters 
                  here. The skin is peeled back, the burnt screaming flesh exposed 
                  like no other piece of music you’ve ever heard or could imagine.
                
Aspiring composers 
                  like me were drawn like flies to the revolutionary music coming 
                  from Poland in the 1960s and 1970s. Anaklasis was one 
                  of the works which introduced Penderecki’s uncompromising style 
                  to Western ears, and nearly 50 years on it still sounds original 
                  and challenging. When you get to know these pieces they become 
                  as familiar as Picasso, and returning to some of the works we 
                  performed as students at the R.A.M., like Canticum canticorum 
                  salomonis, is like greeting old friends. Penderecki was 
                  a highly communicative conductor – I always remember him instructing 
                  the poor percussionists who had to learn how to blow ocarinas: 
                  ‘It must sound like the ’uman voice’ he said, and after that 
                  they knew exactly what to do. Unforgettably, he shook like a 
                  bear during some of those seemingly chaotic moments of aleatoric 
                  freedom, and then we all knew what to do. As conductor 
                  of all of the performances on these discs, you can be sure the 
                  performances are pretty much definitive. Canticum is 
                  a wonderful piece, full of extraordinary colour and effects 
                  which give me goose-bumps every time.
                
The De natura 
                  sonoris works are like an inverse pair – No.1 is 
                  the more expressionist one, full of gothic darkness and almost 
                  wilful creepiness. No.2 approaches the semantics of electronic 
                  music, with a singing saw, sawing textures and fields of sound 
                  which resolve, dissolve, gather and rise up like a distressed 
                  column by Brancusi. You can listen to this work as if it was 
                  a poem, but you couldn’t recreate it by writing one. The 
                  Dream of Jacob further refines some of the techniques used, 
                  making for an even more coherent piece whose logic, from the 
                  deep breaths of the low brass clusters in the opening to the 
                  wild string and brass climaxes, is that of high romanticism.
                
Moving on to the 
                  second disc, and we start with Emanationen - 
                  two string orchestras, one of which is tuned a minor 
                  second higher than the other. This again was one of the pieces 
                  by which Penderecki stormed into fame in Europe, but there are 
                  so many glissandi and movings about here and there that the 
                  effect is not as striking as you might imagine. This might have 
                  to do with the recorded performance however, which seems a little 
                  more lacklustre than some of the others – it was already over 
                  12 years old by the time this recording was made, and therefore 
                  maybe a bit old-hat. The Partita for harpsichord and 
                  orchestra is interesting in its ostinati and sound-field textures, 
                  effects which had their influence on composers such as Ligeti. 
                  An electric guitar also gives an up-to-date feel to this piece, 
                  though the recording betrays heavy spot-miking for this instrument 
                  and the soloist, which gives rise to some odd perspectives here 
                  and there.
                
The Cello Concerto, 
                  now due the suffix ‘No.1’ as the second was premiered by Rostropovich 
                  in 1983, is full of fascinating action and mad moments from 
                  the orchestra, which is supplemented will all kinds of exotic 
                  instruments. Penderecki was one of those Polish composers who 
                  helped the trend for large percussion sections, but he uses 
                  his instruments with panache. The ear and the imagination are 
                  taken on an incredible journey, sometimes moving, sometimes 
                  confusing, sometimes filled with wild and rocky adventure. Soloist 
                  Siegfried Palm lays into the part with theatrical eloquence, 
                  and the work sounds every bit as fresh and modern as it must 
                  have in 1972.
                
The final work in 
                  this set, the Symphony (No.1) of 1973 is massive, theatrical, 
                  and tinged with some of that religious awe which affects Penderecki’s 
                  later work, the piece having apparently been inspired by a pair 
                  of angels on an arch in Ravenna. Surprising, sometimes beautifully 
                  understated resolutions and subtle orchestral effects prevent 
                  this work from becoming overblown and pompously self-conscious, 
                  and, while the early Penderecki fingerprints are expanded and 
                  projected onto a much larger canvas there are more than a few 
                  hints of later developments, and these fingerprints are such 
                  distinctive and powerful ones that they can take being blown-up, 
                  even though the symphonic structure may be hard to grasp. Like 
                  the shorter works, this piece has a poetry and a dark theatricality 
                  which opens the mind to regions rarely explored: you might not 
                  want to go here often, but work like this is like a weighty 
                  and well-respected novel – one you always keep on your shelves 
                  and acknowledge every time you pass by.
                
              
Throughout both of 
                these discs the analogue recordings have been well preserved and 
                re-mastered, although there are some moments when a little woolly 
                opaqueness betrays needles pushing into that dangerous red zone. 
                The booklet notes are fine as far as they go. Both orchestras 
                play out of their skins, and almost all of these recordings possess 
                an intensity which rival any current catalogue performances. Disc 
                1 of this pair appeared as part of the ‘Matrix 5’ series in 1994, 
                but the renewed availability of these landmark recordings has 
                to be welcomed. Naxos is the immediate competitor to this kind 
                of budget re-issue, and while their often remarkable and excellent 
                recordings and performances fill a much needed gap in the record 
                shop shelves, these premiere recordings conducted by the composer 
                have something that bit special to offer. The music won’t be everyone’s 
                cup of tea, but if you fancy something a little stronger than 
                slop water then this is the real thing. 
                
                Dominy Clements