This is the seventh and final disc in Danacord's 
                  life-enhancing and scholarly series. The involvement of Bendt 
                  Viinholt Nielsen - who provides the notes and editorial supervision 
                  - has ensured contemporary authority for the annotation. Thomas 
                  Dausgaard has been our warranty of constancy of vision across 
                  the enigma that is the orchestral output. 
                
While the neglect of Langgaard by Danish Radio 
                  drew the composer's contempt and satire he eventually owed much 
                  to the Corporation's radio revivals of the 1960s and 1970s. 
                  Ole Schmidt, John Frandsen and others took up these works with 
                  encouragement from anew generation of Danish broadcast producers. 
                  Busy Philips, Grundig, Tandberg, Revox and Akai reel-to-reel 
                  machines across Denmark were whirring. The resulting tapes spread 
                  through a network of enthusiasts across the world. That the 
                  music was intriguing and fervently romantic was all that mattered. 
                  That its style was out of step with the times in which the music 
                  was written no longer mattered. That Langgaard had died twenty 
                  plus years ago and could not witness its revival was sad but 
                  that was no obstacle to the music beginning to travel and find 
                  a place for itself. 
                
Like Joseph Holbrooke and many another of that 
                  generation Langgaard had considerable success in Europe's concert 
                  halls in the first decade or so of the last century. It was 
                  the haphazard compass of fashion that left his music floundering 
                  and lost. While Langgaard was resentful of Nielsen it's worth 
                  bearing in mind that on the international stage Nielsen's music 
                  did not travel significantly until the 1950s - again after that 
                  composer's death. 
                
The Drapa (on the death of Grieg) 
                  dates from 1907 although there were various revisions before 
                  the final edition was made in 1913. It is this latter edition 
                  that we hear from Danacord. It comprises a monothematic grand 
                  funeral cortege. This fervently sturdy march, in its five or 
                  so minutes, gives a satisfying epitome of the Langgaard credo 
                  - its confident tread and romantic accent. 
                
Sphinx is another mystical piece 
                  in which music is the Sphinx: a great tower reaching in its 
                  foundations below the surface of the earth and ascending to 
                  infinite heights out into space. It was performed in Berlin 
                  1913 at the famous Berlin Phil concert where Max Fiedler also 
                  conducted the Langgaard First Symphony. It is an intense little 
                  piece built from a single cell which has some similarities with 
                  the winding and unwinding melodic cell that makes up the mysterious 
                  start of Nielsen's Helios overture. Here it is used to 
                  quite different effect and over a shorter time-span. It is an 
                  impressive and very memorable piece which rises from silence 
                  to exultant climax and sinks back into silence. 
                
Half as long as the first two pieces yet immediately 
                  wild-eyed and stormy is the Hvidbjerg-Drapa. This 
                  is a crashing Tchaikovskian tempest with organ and bells accompanied 
                  by a blazingly magnificent choral part. It just ends and the 
                  listener is left stunned – rather like Ives in that sense. 
                
Danmarks Radio is another wild 
                  romp. It has bells, the Dies Irae and an unstoppable 
                  enegry - even a touch of dissonance. That propulsion - and some 
                  of the accents - recall Nielsen at his most choleric. The effect 
                  across its very short duration is like an episode from Grainger's 
                  The Warriors. 
                
Res Absurda is lit from the same 
                  gunpowder but with a whooping Straussian accelerant to add to 
                  the flames. In its exuberant repetitive brevity we might think 
                  of Verdi's Requiem and Delius's A Mass of Life. 
                  The choir throw themselves into this piece as they do with the 
                  abandoned eagerness of Hvidbjerg Drapa. 
                
Langgaard's last two symphonies are quite compact 
                  and are in four and five movements respectively. 
                
No.15 has as its last movement a piece 
                  for baritone, chorus and orchestra. It sets Thoger Larsen's 
                  poem Sostormen – which the composer completed in 1937. 
                  In 1949 after a night time walk in Ribe he was gripped to write 
                  the first three movements between 4am and 7am that night and 
                  to see the 1937 setting as an organic conclusion to the resulting 
                  piece. The first movement is full of what I can only describe 
                  as energetic foreboding. This is given the fugal treatment. 
                  The second movement is strong on restfully sweet charm and on 
                  a swaying beguiling innocence that you might relate to the Tchaikovsky 
                  ballets. The adagio funebre returns to the brooding and 
                  threatening eerily hesitant style of the first movement. The 
                  orchestration has a more airily transparent style than the shorter 
                  works here. The finale introduces us to the voices. The setting 
                  crashes with that seething fervent energy that is a Langgaard 
                  hallmark . It also reminded me of that strange work by Bruckner, 
                  Heligoland and of Grieg's Landkjenning. The helden 
                  bass-baritone is the unshakable Johan Reuter. All the movements 
                  are played attacca. 
                
No. 16, Langgaard's last symphony stands 
                  as the composer's testament to the lofty commitment to romanticism. 
                  In this he saw himself as an isolated trustee of an apostolic 
                  mission. This symphony is warmly Straussian – gold-tinged by 
                  horns, confidently expressed and warmly enwrapped by the strings. 
                  In the second movement Langgaard writes a Schumann-inflected 
                  Scherzo entitled Straffe which had originally been written 
                  in 1950 as a freestanding prelude to Strindberg's play Storm. 
                  It stands out in the company of the other movements as being 
                  more hesitant – less of the wild-eyed plunge into romance. This 
                  enjoys a more stripped down athletic style - yet still pensive 
                  and brooding. The penultimate movement Elegy has a smilingly 
                  placid Griegian air. It provides an off-centre ‘centre of gravity’. 
                  The finale returns to euphoria of the first movement with a 
                  heaviness of heart and a more stolid tread. Is there now doubt 
                  in the composer's mind? 
                
The gaps between tracks are too short. Dacapo 
                  should in this sense take Lyrita's practice to heart where the 
                  end of one piece is allowed to subside and impressions to clear 
                  from the mind before the next work begins. 
                
This is fascinating music in which the romantic 
                  spirit is unquenched. 
                    
                  Rob Barnett