For those of us 
                  who are lovers of Christopher Rouse’s orchestral music, particularly 
                  his earlier scores, this is cause for celebration. This very 
                  well received disc was released in 1997, only to disappear pretty 
                  well straight away – so firstly a big thanks to Phoenix for 
                  the rescue job.
                The pieces are all 
                  quintessential Rouse from this period in that they contain a 
                  lot of loud, brash, rhythmically visceral music, much of it 
                  indebted to seminal works such as The Rite of Spring and 
                  Birtwistle’s Earth Dances, as well as elements of pop 
                  and rock music. There is also much that is subtle, and the central 
                  work, the Trombone Concerto, has a good deal of these 
                  qualities. Commissioned by the New York Philharmonic for its 
                  150th anniversary, this Pulitzer Prize-winning piece 
                  is dedicated to the memory of Leonard Bernstein, who died in 
                  1990 as Rouse had begun work on the score. It actually quotes 
                  in places from Bernstein’s Kaddish Symphony and there 
                  are also allusions to Copland – who had also died later the 
                  same year – as well as Mahler and Shostakovich. It’s a deeply 
                  impressive work. The first movement’s main theme rises out of 
                  a rumbling, primordial depth before giving way to more lyrical 
                  material as the trombone stutters its way into the light. The 
                  scherzo has that rhythmic energy typical of Rouse, with the 
                  trombone and orchestra quite literally appearing to ‘laugh’ 
                  mockingly at each other (tr.2, 1:40) before we enter a finale 
                  employing a solemn, hymn-like phrase with powerful variations. 
                  The music descends at the end back to the depths whence it came, 
                  the full circle complete.
                The performance 
                  is excellent, with the virtuosic and concentrated playing of 
                  Joseph Alessi and has real virtue. The Colorado Orchestra is 
                  stretched to its limits but is expertly guided by Marin Alsop, 
                  a name new to most of us over here at this time. This is not 
                  the first recording, and the formidable rival on BIS, with that 
                  champion of the modern trombone Christian Lindberg as soloist, 
                  has better sound. But Alsop and Alessi are easily as satisfying 
                  musically and the Phoenix disc has, for me, a better balance 
                  of works.
                The pile-driving 
                  orchestral showpiece Gorgon stretches everyone 
                  even further, especially the engineers. Its battery of percussion 
                  will give your audio system a workout and I agree with liner 
                  writer Mark Swed that this piece is ‘an attempt to take Rouse’s 
                  attraction towards fast, loud and wild music to its terrifying 
                  ultimate’. It’s an incredible assault on the senses, imaginative 
                  and grimly compelling, and as Gramophone said at the time – 
                  play loud, or not at all!
                Iscariot 
                  provides a welcome contrast, being more lightly scored and slower 
                  moving. The composer has spoken of this piece as ‘purging certain 
                  emotional memories from my system’ and its Ivesian string sonorities 
                  lend it a certain melancholic, reflective aura. It is dedicated 
                  to John Adams, who conducted the premiere, but does not seem 
                  influenced by that composer’s style, at least not to my ears. 
                  Again, it’s well played and the recording copes rather better 
                  with the sound-picture than Gorgon, which is cut at a 
                  slightly low level to cope with the enormous extremes.
                This represents 
                  the ideal introduction to Rouse’s music and its return to the 
                  catalogue is very welcome.
                Tony Haywood