EMI's 
Twentieth Century Classics line (see below) continues
                to yield otherwise elusive and rewarding material in return for
                a small
                outlay. 
                
                Henze towers over European music in a way that is warmer and
                less intimidating than Stockhausen. While of German birth his
                music is imbued with a Mediterranean emotionalism. In years gone
                by you may have experimented with his six symphonies on a two
                CD set from DG. I reviewed the 
Accord recording
                of his Tenth Symphony five or years ago. Now two symphonies issued
                in the intervening years are gathered in this slim-line set.
                
                
                The 
Barcarola is symphonic in mien. It was written
                in memoriam Paul Dessau, a DDR composer. A long and reflective
                piece, it has its moments of angry outburst rather like Britten's 
Sinfonia
                da Requiem. It at times operates like a Bergian 
Isle of
                the Dead although it is richly allusive and its moods are
                in constant laval flux. The piece ends in a ethereally spectral
                lull. 
                
                The 
Seventh Symphony is in four fantastic movements.
                These at times gaze into the chasm. The language is not really
                dissonant and the lyrical line is always in evidence. There is
                much that is starrily Bergian - try the magical 
Ruhig Bewegt (II)
                - yet not 'difficult'. The nineteenth century German poet Hölderlin
                is a presence in the last two of the four movements. The third
                movement seemingly portrays the poet's confinement to an asylum
                and becomes increasingly hectic, whooping, ringing and groaning.
                Malcolm Macdonald in his note gets the essentials across in quintessential
                concentration. He tells us that the finale is evocative of a
                cold world from which mankind has disappeared. This cauterised
                planetary desolation is strangely comforting with none of Pettersson's
                alienation. Instead we get a consolatory singing and a far from
                self-effacing magnificence of nature. Most impressive. It was
                a generous and sensible measure to conflate the Henze segment
                of a Bostridge song anthology with Metzmacher's Henze 9. This
                conductor recorded a complete Hartmann initially in a series
                of individual imaginatively programmed mixed orchestral discs
                and later a complete 
EMI
                box of just the symphonies. 
                
                Henze's 
Ninth Symphony is
                in seven movements and the vocal element is carried by a choir
                without soloists. Sadly we are not given the sung text in the
                booklet - really the only substantial criticism of this admirable
                set. The texts are by Hans-Ulrich Treichel based on a novel 'The
                Seventh Cross' by Anna Seghers. The texts, rich in allusion,
                recount episodes in a fugitive's flight from the Nazis. The music
                surges, rides high on a certain wonderfully eerie ecstasy (
Die
                platane spricht (IV)), evokes cataclysm and horror. It makes
                for a richly stocked emotional palette. Percussion is used in
                profuse variety especially in the rattle, scrape and bell-haunted 
Bericht
                der Befolger (III). The single largest movement of the seven
                is 
Nachts in Dom (VI) at 17:07. In the finale a slow-shifting
                peace pervades in music somewhere between Delius and Zemlinsky.
                The last few pages have the choir evoking a golden glow. 
                
                The
                three 
Auden Songs are English language settings.
                The music is lyrical, impulsive, pierrot-ghoulish and emotional
                yet without abandon. Bostridge is at his unaffected finest. 
                
                The sound throughout is very clear and carries Henze's music
                to our ears with eloquence and every appearance of fidelity.
                
                
Rob Barnett 
                
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