I’ve 
                  had an affection for the alphorn ever since a composer friend 
                  of mine, Joost van Balkom, shook up the composition department 
                  in The Hague with his gloriously 
                  banal ‘Happy Alphorn Polka’, played by the highly professional 
                  Herman Jeurissen in one of those deadly serious composers concerts. 
                  This was the late 1980s and most of the students were still 
                  suffering from the abrupt departure of Brian Ferneyhough and 
                  the decease of Morton Feldman, but we bad lads delighted in 
                  puncturing all that intellectual posturing, and ran through 
                  the Donaueschingen psyche with metaphorical underwear on our 
                  heads, well-informed but fun-seeking beer steins held high and 
                  proud. 
                
I’m 
                  delighted to be able to say that Russian wind player Arkady 
                  Shilkloper’s new album continues this grand tradition, being 
                  full of convivial and entertaining noises, all superbly played. 
                
Shilkloper 
                  plays all of the parts and instruments in each piece, which 
                  must have been a major feat of studio work – dubbing each part 
                  with perfect timing, without any real sense of losing the spontaneity 
                  of the compositional ideas. True, the ‘studio’ nature of the 
                  work comes through, with reverb-enhanced sound taking the place 
                  of vast mountain landscapes. You notice this most at moments 
                  of extreme antiphony, where the subtlety of the production couldn’t 
                  quite go as far as ‘throwing’ the acoustic effect over both 
                  channels. Close your eyes on some of the ensemble works however, 
                  and it’s like being surrounded by a warm, bovine pack of something 
                  quite disturbingly organic – not quite as ‘sweet and low’ as 
                  the Serpent, but quite distinct from the more penetrating conventional 
                  French horn. 
                
If 
                  you doubted that the alphorn could be a jazz instrument, sample 
                  Alpine Trail, which should be come an instant hit, with 
                  insane improvisational figures over an equally insane ostinato 
                  accompaniment. If you know and love the natural horn recordings 
                  by Hermann Baumann, then you will know about the strange and 
                  wonderful ‘min’ tuning of some notes on non-keyed brass instruments. 
                  This is an effect which crops up often on this CD, and will 
                  either make you ill or make you thrill. Personally, my trousers 
                  blow up whenever I hear such glorious naturally ‘false’ notes, 
                  about the only real non-western scale in our mean-tempered Western 
                  music. Zum Gipfel und zurück draws heavily on this effect, 
                  allowing four alphorns to melt together in some heart-stopping 
                  clashes. 
                
Extra 
                  effects are thankfully few and far between, but those longing 
                  for cowbells will find them at the opening of the Danza Pastorella. 
                  Incredible fields of sound and bizarre lifting-sagging tuning 
                  relationships are explored in the Erbauliche Studie, 
                  which also introduces some lush jazz chords which are a feature 
                  of some of the other pieces on this disc, like the Song and 
                  Variations. Rhythmic excitement is also an element in this 
                  work, heightened by ‘boomwacker’ slapping on the mouthpiece. 
                
Brain 
                  – (t)racking Work is, as 
                  its title suggests, a lively and energetic minimalist miniature 
                  of mind-mangling technical complexity. Another great highlight 
                  for me is Hans Kennel’s Dance Five, full of off-beat 
                  infectious rhythms to which you just have to dance, even 
                  if you haven’t yet had your daily schnapps. 
                
              
Before embarking on 
                this review I was reasonably confident in summing up by conceding 
                that, while this disc has a relatively short playing time, at 
                least by the end of it you will have heard quite enough alphorn. 
                The fact could hardly be further from the truth, and this disc’s 
                brevity just leaves you panting for more. Thank goodness you can 
                play these things more than once …
                
                Dominy Clements