BIS have a knack for unconventional programming - their Kroumata
                percussion discs have given me much pleasure in the past - so
                I was really looking forward to 
American Spectrum. Granted,
                the North Carolina Symphony may not be the most visible band
                on the planet but then again BIS have made a virtue of seeking
                out less-well-known ensembles, such as the Singapore Symphony,
                whose 
Seascapes was one of my discs of 2007 (see 
review). 
                
                The Welsh-born conductor Grant Llewellyn is also new to me; his
                bio includes a spell at Tanglewood, working with the likes of
                Leonard Bernstein and Seiji Ozawa, before he finally took up
                the post of musical director at the NCSO in 2004. The saxophonist
                Branford Marsalis needs no introduction; born to a multi-talented
                family - his brother Wynton is the celebrated trumpeter - he
                also has his own quartet, which features prominently here. 
                
                The music gets into gear with 
Sunset Strip, a portrait
                that iconic mile-and-a-half strip of Sunset Boulevard that passes
                through West Hollywood. Daugherty has a penchant for celebrating ‘places
                and spaces’, including 
Flamingo (1991), 
Motown
                Metal (1994) and 
Niagara Falls (1997). There is an
                element of nostalgia in all of these pieces; for instance, 
Flamingo remembers
                the ubiquitous plastic lawn ornaments of suburban America in
                the 1950s and 60s, 
Motown Metal Detroit’s glory
                days of music and motor cars. And even though Daugherty’s
                depiction of Sunset Strip is a contemporary one those catchy
                trumpet tunes and freewheeling melodies surely speak of a more
                glamorous age. 
                
                This could so easily be bold and brassy, but instead Daugherty
                opts for music of urban sophistication, highly polished as a
                chrome fender. Speaking of polished, the two trumpeters - Paul
                Randall and Timothy Stewart - add just enough dazzle to the proceedings
                without ever drawing attention away from the slick orchestration.
                The night music is also an eclectic mix, with trumpet-led languor
                and animated bongo beats fading to a gentle early morning reveille.
                The ensuing rhythms remind us that Mexico isn’t that far
                away, the piano and trumpets colluding in a wonderfully wistful,
                then high-spirited, display. Predictably the BIS recording is
                first class, with a believable stereo spread and a sensible instrumental
                perspective that never allows the brass to dominate. 
                
                John Williams based 
Escapades on his score for retro flick 
Catch
                Me If You Can, in which the elusive protagonist (a high-school
                dropout played by Leonardo DiCaprio) cons his way into various
                professions. He is always one step ahead of the FBI, which makes
                for fast-moving film that’s big on 1960s detail and atmosphere.
                Marsalis plays with grace and sensitivity throughout, and what
                a lovely, honeyed tone he produces in ‘Reflections’.
                But the back lot beckons, and ‘Joy Ride’ is executed
                with all the bravura of a long, smooth tracking shot. Some listeners
                may find echoes of John Adams’ 
Short Ride in a Fast
                Machine but really Williams’ musical fingerprints are
                all over this one. 
                
                This is certainly shaping up to be a delightful collection. Llewellyn
                and his North Carolina band are always discreet and attentive,
                but with Marsalis they play with real verve. As with the Kroumata
                discs I mentioned earlier there’s something of a chamber
                feel to the music-making; the musicians really seem to be listening
                and responding to each other as they play. Sonically both the
                CD and SACD layers sound very natural indeed, making this a worthy
                demonstration disc in either format. 
                
                The venerable Ned Rorem’s 
Lions (A Dream) for jazz quartet
                and orchestra is based on the composer’s dream and
                his subsequent poem in which he finds lion cubs in a cupboard
                and wants to play with them. It’s not all innocent frolics,
                though, as he dies a strange, exultant death. An unusual conceit
                but as music it has the same propulsive energy as ‘Joy
                Ride’, with a panoply of instrumental colours and rhythms
                thrown in for good measure. Eric Revis’s fluent bass brings
                an authentic jazz twang to the piece, as does the cocktail-lounge
                piano of Joey Calderazzo. Curiously - but effectively - this
                is interleaved with music of moodiness and menace, drumbeats
                dragging us back to the more fantastical aspects of this tale.
                Intriguing and mesmeric is equal measure. 
                
                Christopher Rouse’s 
Friandises, made up of an Intrada
                and four dances, is perhaps the most concentrated piece here.
                There is a rigour, a certain formality, to the writing that is
                often imperilled by percussive interjections. The Sicilienne
                certainly has a solemn period grace - some lovely harp playing
                here - but the more raucous Passepied is clearly filtered through
                a more modern lens. The various sections of the orchestra play
                with plenty of point and character, the brass and woodwind particularly
                so. The gentle Sarabande is soothing after the thumping Passepied,
                although the gossamer-light strings are soon overwhelmed by the
                Galop that follows. It’s an exhilarating coda, with a nod
                towards the 
Can-Can and 
William Tell. 
                
                Once again BIS have gambled with unusual programming and it’s
                paid off 
- big time. The standard of playing is top notch
                and the recording is one of the best I’ve heard in a long
                time. Nice one, BIS! 
                
                
Dan Morgan