This is fabulous stuff. That, really, is all I need to say, but
                I’ll say it again. This, quite simply, is fabulous stuff. 
                
                You want me to say a little more? It really would be my pleasure.
                It’s a while since I discovered a contemporary composer
                whose music hit me between the eyes, in the major working parts
                of my brain and in my heart. This is fabulous stuff indeed. I
                cannot say it enough. I am so excited by this music.   
                We all know at least one work by Christopher Gunning. Oh yes
                we do, I’m talking to you at the back, we really do. He’s
                the man responsible for the theme for TV’s 
Poirot,
                and a host of other music for TV and film such as 
Death on
                the Nile, 
Hands of the Ripper, 
Under
                Suspicion, 
Karaoke and 
Cold
                Lazarus (Denis Potter’s last two plays) and so
                much more, not to mention his four BAFTA and three Ivor Novello
                Awards, but I really want to talk about the fabulous music on
                this new disk. 
                
                I am very excited by this music for it has everything symphonic
                music should have - tension, drama, a real sense of purpose,
                a knowledge of where it is going and, best of all, the composer
                knows that when he’s said what he has to say, and Gunning
                has a lot to say, he stops. Unfortunately this latter poses a
                problem for me for he seems to end too soon but in the long run
                this is good for it makes me want more. 
                
                These two Symphonies are splendid achievements. The 
3rd Symphony is
                dark and brooding for it was written at a time of crisis in the
                composer’s life - his wife was hospitalized with a seeming
                incurable medical problem and he was diagnosed with a heart condition.
                It is natural for a composer to put personal matters into his
                music and this is what Gunning does here, to try and understand
                his situation. Five sections played continuously investigate
                the possibilities thrown up by the opening material. It’s
                cogently argued and endlessly fascinating. If Roger Wright wants
                a contemporary British Symphony which could be a real and instant
                winner at the Proms then this is it. It’s fabulous stuff. 
                
                The 
4th Symphony celebrates the
                recovery of both himself and his wife from their medical problems
                and there is less angst than in the earlier work, as you would
                expect, but it’s still a closely argued work, never resting
                in its musical quest to get the most, and the best, out of the
                material employed. Here there is a more laid back, easy going,
                at times English countryside, feel to the music which displays
                more obvious growth, in the developmental sense of the word,
                the scoring is more transparent and it ends with the most exciting
                optimistic blaze of orchestral sound. 
                
                Between these two works is the delightful 
Oboe Concerto,
                written as a Christmas present for his daughter Verity, who plays
                it here with the most pleasing and attractive tone I’ve
                heard in some time from an oboist - very carefully controlled
                vibrato, an unforced tone and seemingly miraculous breath control.
                This is scored for string orchestra and is outgoing and delicate,
                a real charm of a piece. 
                
                The performances are flawless, both Verity Gunning and the orchestra
                are superb, the recording is excellent, so clear that you can
                hear every note, and Gunning’s own notes are succinct and
                very readable. 
                
                The disk claims to be the first in an unfolding series and I
                can hardly wait for its successor. By the way, did I mention
                that this is fabulous stuff? This is a must. 
                
                
Bob Briggs   
                
                And another review of the disc - from Rob Barnett 
                
                I know some of Gunning's work from his Saxophone Concerto on
                ASV (White Line CD WHL2138 (2002)) and also from several of his
                film scores. Chris Fifield reviewed an Albany disc of his 
First
                Symphony a couple of years ago. I also recall reviews of
                his symphonic work for brass band: 
Yorkshire
                Glory. I was pleased and intrigued to see this CD of his
                seriously intended orchestral music. 
                
                He was born in Cheltenham and has been a pupil of Rubbra, Richard
                Rodney Bennett, James Gibb - whose 
piano
                recordings have been reissued on Lyrita recently - and Brian
                Trowell. In addition to the works here he has a string quartet
                and concertos for clarinet and for 
piano to
                his name. His writing for the screen includes a score for 
Firelight.
                There's more to see at his 
website.
                His concert music is predominantly tonal but with the freedom
                to adopt dissonance to suit mood and trajectory. 
                
                While the two symphonies here have a single movement apiece each
                is helpfully tracked into five segments. The Third emanates from
                a tortured time in the composer's life. This shows in the occlusion
                of expression: the shadows, hesitation, even desolation that
                characterises much of the music. There is a moment of transitory
                triumph at 4:27 in the first track but the downward tug into
                fear is dominant. It is typical of this composer that his writing
                is diaphanous and this work is no exception. In the first section
                the writing for strings melds with the resonance of bells. This
                active filigree is also in play in the final pages which offer
                impudence but little optimism and yet more disillusion. If this
                symphony carries a doom-laden burden then the Fourth Symphony,
                written after recovery from serious illness by Gunning and his
                wife, is more triumphant. Adversity conquered seems to be the
                message. A glorious fanfaring dialogue surmounts the first section
                at 4:12 and in doing so reminds us of Copland and Alwyn. It returns
                in echoing triumph in the final episode. 
                
                The Oboe Concerto is here played most skilfully and with great
                sensitivity by the composer's daughter. This is her first entry
                as soloist into the world of recording. The Concerto is intended
                to reflect Verity's character: "thoughtful and sometimes
                quirky". It's certainly contemplative, pensive and interspersed
                with flurries of quirky activity. Its perkily active final movement
                reminded me of the dancing finale of Malcolm Arnold's Oboe Concerto.
                The composer speaks of a middle eastern tinge to the music but
                I must say it did not register with me. 
                
                The other two symphonies should follow from Chandos in the fullness
                of time - but how long? Soon I hope. 
                
                These substantial works will repay closer attention. For all
                that they are principally tonal their rewards are yielded up
                only after repeat listening. Instantly gripping melodic ideas
                are not on offer here though the writing does beckon the listener
                in. 
                
                
Rob Barnett