The day when commercial recordings of all 32 symphonies by Havergal Brian
are available is getting closer. Progress towards complete availability is
enhanced greatly by this SACD, made with the support of the Havergal Brian
Society. The disc includes no fewer than three première commercial
recordings.
Wine of Summer is a most unusual work. Composer
John Pickard contributes a very valuable booklet note: has he assumed the
mantle of the late Malcolm MacDonald? In this he robustly defends Brian’s
decision to call the work a symphony though I think that many listeners,
like me, will not be surprised to learn that Brian originally sought the
permission of Lord Alfred Douglas to set his poem as a solo cantata. Guided
by John Pickard’s explanation of the work I came to be able to discern in
particular thematic elements that act as what I might term the ‘symphonic
glue’ of the score. Nonetheless, I found it hard to shake off the impression
of a cantata. Perhaps that’s because the piece plays continuously and the
solo voice is rarely silent for long.
It was interesting to come to this work soon after
reviewing Brian’s epic opera,
The Tigers. Some
eight years separate the completion of the opera and the composition of
Wine of Summer. Simply comparing the two scores – a dangerous thing
to view just these two works in isolation, I know – it seems that Brian’s
language and syntax had become more complex and even more contrapuntal. The
vocal writing in
Wine of Summer sounds more angular than a lot of
what we hear in
The Tigers and the line not only flirts with but
also embraces atonality to a greater degree than seems the case in the
opera. However, though the vocal line is more taxing than much of the
writing in the opera – for the listener as well as for the performer – Brian
confirms once again with this score that he was a significant composer for
the vocal medium, not least in the way that he responds musically to words.
The imagery of the poem is far from straightforward but it seems to me that
what Brian captures and conveys with particular success is the tone of
ecstasy in the lines, whenever it occurs. The cause of Brian’s music is
assisted immeasurably by the involvement of Roderick Williams. I have a dim
recollection of a broadcast performance many years ago by Brian Rayner Cook,
though the recollection is not so strong that I can remember anything about
the performance. I find it hard to believe, however, that that performance
could have matched Williams’s achievement here. He’s known for his care for
words and their meaning and that trait is in abundant evidence here. Dutton
supply the words and one really needs them in order to digest the meaning as
the poem evolves but one does not need them at all in order to be able to
make out the words, which are sung with exemplary clarity. The vocal part
ranges widely but Williams produces alluring tone evenly in all registers of
his voice and his singing
per se gives great pleasure.
As was the case with
The Tigers the orchestral writing teems with
detail and invention. Yet I had the impression that in this regard Brian had
advanced in the period that intervened between the two scores. The orchestra
provides a consistently fascinating accompaniment to the often-rapturous
vocal part. More than that, in the episodes where the singer takes a rest
the orchestra either comments on what has been sung previously or, more
often, introduces and sets the mood for what is to follow. Two examples of
the inventive scoring will suffice. At 8:14 the scoring includes repeated
rippling flute figurations as the singer begins the passage “…and low and
deep/From visionary groves…” Later, at 12:26, after a wistful cello solo,
the soloist sings “And mellow with old loves that used to burn” and the
mellowness is perfectly reflected in the accompaniment. Yet, in the
twinkling of an eye Brian switches, aptly, to martial vein for the next line
of text and those that immediately follow.
I can’t compare the present performance with any others but it seems to me
that this Brabbins-led reading is full of authority and conviction. I
believe that Brian’s symphony, the last one in which he included the human
voice, has been well served here.
Symphony No. 19 is cast in three movements. The first is
one of Brian’s marches but, unlike some, this is a cheerful one; the
marchers have a twinkle in the eye. Not long after the march has begun,
however, a meditative violin solo leads into the first of a number of
attractive lyrical sections that interrupt the marching in this compressed
movement – it lasts for just under five minutes. The slow movement accounts
for nearly half the length of the symphony and much of the movement is given
over to long, singing lines, especially for the strings. There are a couple
of faster interjections, however, and the first of these (2:00 – 2:54)
includes at its end a short passage scored for the unusual and ear-tickling
combination of harp, timpani, euphonium and tuba; yet another example of
Brian’s amazingly fertile imagination when it comes to matters of
orchestration. Some of the music in this movement is uncompromising in tone,
not least the powerful climax in the moments up to 7:02 but nonetheless
there’s considerable beauty of utterance here. The short rondo finale
contains some perky material. As John Pickard puts it, the movement is “full
of sly humour and rhythmic tricks”. Brian achieves an emphatically positive
conclusion.
Symphony No. 27 similarly has three movements. There’s an
important part for the principal flute, especially in the first movement.
Indeed, the flute dominates the short
Lento introduction. Then
timpani launch the bracing, vigorous
Allegro giocoso e marcato
sempre section. Along the way there’s a pause for a quasi-cadenza for
the flute before an extended passage of sturdy, energetic music for the full
orchestra. This section teems with activity and the percussion has a
prominent role in the proceedings, not least the side drum. There’s a
mysterious ending which is surprisingly truncated. The slow movement is most
attractive. There’s a profusion of singing lines, which should act as a
reproach to those who say that Brian – and especially late Brian – is terse
and gruff in character. The conclusion of the movement is so coloured in the
orchestration that, as John Pickard observes, there’s “an unearthly glow.”
The music seems destined to end on a quiet sustained chord – and would do so
in the hands of many a composer – but Brian is, as ever, his own man and
denies the listener that “easy” resolution. I admit that I find the finale
hard to fathom. A variety of ideas and moods are tossed around in a short
space of time - less than seven minutes - but I don’t really “get” what’s
going on; the fault is mine and I need to get further to grips with the
piece, I’m sure. At 5:44, after a mighty climax that flute returns over a
soft drum roll to usher in a brief re-visitation of the end of the first
movement. It’s in this fashion that Brian draws the symphony to a close.
The one piece on the programme that is not new to disc is the early
Festal Dance. It is believed that this piece was
originally the finale of a four-movement
Fantastic Symphony
conceived by Brian as a substantial elaboration on
Three Blind
Mice. Certainly a melodic fragment from that nursery rhyme is much in
evidence in
Festal Dance. I can’t better John Pickard’s description
of it: “A joyously quirky, dazzlingly scored showstopper.” It’s great fun
and that’s how it comes across in this performance. It’s been recorded at
least once before, by Adrian Leaper and the RTE Symphony Orchestra in 1992
(
review). I wouldn’t care to choose between the two
performances; both have plenty of gaiety and dash. One slight point in
Leaper’s favour is that his recording is split into two tracks, the second
of which begins at the start of the rather novel fugal section. On the other
hand, a more important consideration is that Brabbins benefits from a
superior recording.
This is a disc which will be self-recommending to all Brian enthusiasts.
So far as I can judge – all but one of the pieces were new to me – the
performances are excellent. The playing is spirited and Brabbins, who
already has impressive Brian credentials as an interpreter of the
Gothic (
review) ensures that the listener’s ear is constantly
intrigued and diverted by the detail of Brian’s imaginative and original
scoring. The recorded sound is first class as are John Pickard’s notes. All
concerned in the making of this disc deserve congratulations for putting
these score before the public, not least the Havergal Brian Society. Without
their generous financial backing this project might not have come to
fruition. Their money has been very well spent.
John Quinn