Sally BEAMISH (b. 1956)
The Singing - Concerto for accordion and orchestra (2006) [22:13]
A Cage of Doves (2007) [12:07]
Under the Wing of the Rock - version for alto saxophone and strings (2006/2008) [13:03]
Reckless, for chamber orchestra (2012) [2:38]
Trumpet Concerto (2003) [22:50]*
James Crabb (accordion)
Branford Marsalis (alto saxophone)
Håkan Hardenberger (trumpet)
Royal Scottish National Orchestra, *National Youth Orchestra of Scotland/Martyn Brabbins
rec. August 2014, Henry Wood Hall, Glasgow, Scotland
Reviewed as a 24/96 download from
Pdf booklet included
BIS BIS-2156 SACD [73:36]
London-born but now living in Scotland, her adopted
home, Sally Beamish is one of those much-garlanded contemporary composers
who is both fiercely original and utterly approachable. I first heard
her music at the BBC Proms some years ago and, more recently, was much
impressed by her Concerto for Saxophone Quartet and Strings
As so often BIS have shown their commitment to living composers by recording
a number of her works. Their CDs of the Second
Viola Concerto, String
the Day, The
Caledonian Road and the Cello
Concerto have all been reviewed on these pages.
The RSNO, National Youth Orchestra of Scotland and the indefatigable
Martyn Brabbins are joined here by an impressive array of soloists;
the classical accordionist James Crabb, the sax player Brandon Marsalis
– last encountered in John Williams’ Escapades
– and the trumpeter Håkan Hardenberger. The latter made a thrilling
impact in Prières sans Paroles, with organist Simon Preston
(BIS 1109). Crabb gets the top spot with Beamish’s now feisty,
now haunting piece The Singing. The composer gives a detailed
explanation of the work in her liner-notes, but even without them the
music’s core, a deep-rooted vocal tradition, is unmistakable.
The accordion part is very imaginative and all the musicians acquit
Beamish strives to transmute words into music – a process that’s
rather more subtle than imposing a simple programme - so it’s
no surprise that she chose George Mackay Brown’s novel Magnus
as the inspiration for A Cage of Doves. It tells the story
of the 12th-century Earl of Orkney, put to death by his cousin Haakon.
The latter’s memories of their childhood together include images
of ‘rock pools … [and] … a cage of doves’. The
music is at once tough and tender, agitated and contemplative; the splendid
recording captures to perfection those woodwind calls and the crash
and spray of drum and cymbals. Indeed, this is a good starting point
for those keen to explore Beamish’s oeuvre.
Under the Wing of a Rock, originally written for viola and
strings, tells another dark tale. This time it’s about a mother
and child fleeing the massacre at Glen Coe in the Scottish Highlands
in 1692 and the soldier who was sent to kill them. Instead, he was so
moved by the mother’s Lullaby of the Snow that he spared
them. The text – a prayer, really – is heartfelt, and Marsalis’s
gentle ‘voice’ is profoundly moving in its simplicity and
strength. Brabbins coaxes glowing sounds from his band, who also play
with silk and sparkle when required. From its sheltering title to its
love of song and unique landscapes this piece is a perfect synthesis
of all that the composer holds dear.
Beamish then modulates into a lighter key with the ‘cartoon music’
of Reckless, which she wrote for the young players of London’s
Southbank Sinfonia. It’s an engaging and affectionate knockabout
that conceals some virtuosic writing for all sections of the orchestra.
Her passionate belief in writing for such ensembles is epitomised by
the Trumpet Concerto, written for - and played by - the National Youth
Orchestra of Scotland. I suppose one could call it a set of urban imaginings,
inspired by Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities. Hardenberger
is simply stratospheric in the first movement, his young accompanists
responding with alacrity and style.
This really is a gorgeous concerto, its second movement essayed with
a metropolitan languor that brings to mind Bernstein and Daugherty.
I was also much impressed by the orchestra's very robust brass section.
No modern cityscape would be complete without its metal cast-offs, hence
the use of scrapped car parts and scaffolding pipes in the controlled
chaos of the work’s finale. The crunching kaleidoscope of different
rhythms and sonorities makes for a rousing racket, all of it crowned
by the secure, high-lying virtuosity of this extraordinary soloist.
Highly inventive, emotionally complex and consistently inspired this is Beamish at her considerable best; cracking good sound, too.