Miguel del Aguila has for several years now been making quite
                a name for himself throughout the Americas. He has been a prize-winner
                of awards such as the Kennedy Centre Friedheim. He was Composer-in-Residence
                with the New Mexico Symphony Orchestra. However his music has
                hardly ever percolated beyond America. 
                
                This is not the first CD to contain some of his music but I believe
                it’s the first to be devoted entirely to him. He has been
                described as a composer of “turbulent fantasy” and
                the anonymous booklet notes here comment that in his music there
                is “captivating interplay, even fertile tension, between
                Classical formal balance and Romantic excess”. I have to
                say that this Uruguayan composer is a typical example of cross-over,
                not though manufactured, but with a real living and genuine language
                so beloved of those for whom modern music normally takes too
                much concentration time. 
                
                The opening work is infectious and clever. 
“Charango
                Capriccioso” is built gradually from a very still and
                quiet start to a manic climax via repeated and obsessive syncopated
                rhythmic patterns. It then peters out after massive chords to
                a thoughtful and forgiving coda. The recording seems a little
                choked when the music is at its most wild. Perhaps the volume
                is tricky to adjust at the beginning; nevertheless this piece
                creates a promising opening impression. 
                
                The second work 
‘Presto II’ is an enlarged
                version of the finale of his Second String Quartet which Aguila
                wrote whilst living in Vienna where the form is considered to
                be ‘sacrosanct’. Apparently its performance was reviewed
                as “not serious” by the local press. It is frenetic
                and spends most of its time in 7/8 time. It finds time to take
                a bow towards 1920s Jazz. It also contains ‘col legno’ and ‘sul
                pont’ effects and ends with a shout from the players. Good
                fun. 
                
                I have to describe 
‘Life is a dream’ as a
                heroic failure, despite the fact that it is quite original and
                at times catchy. The composer has translated a poem by Pedro
                Calderon del Barca (1600-1681) about the meaning of life. This
                is narrated, practically twice - incidentally there are two narrators;
                the female not named - at varying points during the work’s
                progress. The “reality” is represented on stage but
                there is a “distant reality ... personified by the first
                violin who finlly joins the on-stage performers.” There
                is then a dance - “a dysfunctional jota” - with the
                evocation of guitars. There’s a flavour of Andalusia and
                the Phrygian mode present throughout old Spanish music is much
                in evidence. It is a complex tapestry of a work and one hearing
                I felt was probably quite adequate. However for the purposes
                of this review I listened again and, sadly, found it even less
                revealing. 
                
                If you felt, as I did that Aguila is the musical grandson as
                it were of Astor Piazzolla then 
‘Salon Buenos
                Aires’ will add further ‘confirmation’.
                The first movement is a Samba, which in addition to the rich
                instrumental mix adds some (uncredited) disembodied, vocalising,
                and demonstrates what we are told in the booklet notes that “The
                three movements comprise a nostalgic musical portrait of 1950s
                Buenos Aires” which “springs from the composer’s
                childhood memories”. The middle movement grows from and
                ends in mist but builds to a powerful climax. This is a ‘Tango
                to Dream’ transition. Its thickly contrapuntal middle section
                would have benefited from more air around the players. In fact
                the recording as a whole is rather too close for comfort at times.
                This is the longest movement but we move on to an irritating
                - to this reviewer anyway - ‘Obsessed Milonga’. I
                should not have been surprised because the notes quote the newspaper
                the Wiener Zeitung as describing the composer as “of obsessive
                vitality”. A 
Milonga is incidentally an earlier
                Uruguayan tango form. The flute leads off manically with the
                melody and the other players repeat it in various keys for the
                next four minutes. 
                
                If I have been a little luke-warm so far then all changes with
                the last work. 
‘Clocks’ is for piano quintet
                and the composer might well have called it ‘A Clock Museum’.
                This is original, colourful and pleasing. It falls into six sections.
                The first 'Shelves of Clocks’ sets up a ‘tocking
                and a ticking’ with the use of a polyphony of very high
                pizzicatos and harmonics. There are sharp staccato piano notes.
                In movement two, ‘Midnight Strikes’ there are clangorous,
                resonant chords. The third is ‘The Old Clock’s tale’ which
                is romantic and generally slightly ‘Hollywood’ in
                effect. ‘Sundial 2000BC’ is great fun incorporating
                some rugged rather primeval vocal work with which we might associate
                Roman ritual. It features a 3+3+2 dance rhythm. ‘Romance
                of Swiss Clocks’ makes a fascinating contrast being rather
                twee and flecked with bon-bons. Finally there is the longest
                movement, the riotous ‘The Joy of keeping time’ based
                on various South-American dance rhythms. This ends with the clocks
                in an empty museum indulging in something near to a musical orgy. 
                
                The whole disc is played with great enthusiasm. I’m not
                mad on the recording quality as mentioned above but the booklet
                is useful with photos and succinct musical asides. 
                
                
Gary Higginson