George Benjamin spent six weeks of the summer of 1984 working 
                  at Pierre Boulez’s famous musical research centre in Paris, 
                  IRCAM. Stephen Walsh’s excellent notes tell us that each evening, 
                  as he emerged into the outside world, Benjamin passed a group 
                  of Peruvian street musicians, and was fascinated by the sound 
                  of their panpipes. A year later he returned and, using the powerful 
                  computer facilities available at IRCAM, synthesised the sound 
                  of panpipes to allow the virtual instrument to be played from 
                  a digital keyboard. The acoustic instrument’s limitations –a 
                  limited number of notes available, held notes impossible and 
                  so on – were thus eradicated. The fruit of this labour was Antara 
                  – the Inca word for panpipes – scored for two keyboards, two 
                  flutes (doubling piccolo), two trombones, two percussionists 
                  and eight string players. As always with Benjamin one wonders 
                  how he manages to conjure up such a range of sound from so unpromising 
                  an ensemble. Also typical of him are the moments of near stasis 
                  and near-inaudibility. The synthesised panpipe sounds are unmistakeable, 
                  but the listener is not transported to South America by this 
                  remarkable work. It is music very much of its time, with little 
                  conventional melodic or harmonic development, but even those 
                  allergic to contemporary musical techniques will find this, 
                  I think, an easy listen, and perhaps one of the best points 
                  to start an exploration of this most fascinating and rewarding 
                  composer. 
                    
                  The programme continues with two short works by Pierre Boulez. 
                  In this case even Stephen Walsh’s eloquent prose is inadequate 
                  to convey clearly the compositional processes behind these two 
                  pieces. Whether one chooses to understand them – or try to understand 
                  them – or not, the music itself is pretty much what those already 
                  exposed to Boulez will expect: meticulous attention to sound, 
                  often ravishingly beautiful, but with few audible signposts 
                  and nothing much in the way of conventional forward movement. 
                  Mémoriale, composed in memory of the flutist Lawrence 
                  Beauregard, is a fully notated version of one movement from 
                  …explosante-fixe …, an earlier work which had featured 
                  aleatoric techniques. Dérive is a work in two parts, 
                  clearly signalled by Stephen Walsh and gratifyingly audible 
                  in performance, the first a series of chords, the second allowing 
                  rather extended melodic lines to flower. In both works the musical 
                  material is subjected to Boulez’s highly personal and extended 
                  serial technique, but a wry smile is probably a fair reaction 
                  to the explanation of how the composer used the name ‘Sacher’ 
                  as a basis for his musical material. The problem I have always 
                  had with the music of Pierre Boulez – though not with Boulez 
                  the conductor – is the almost total absence of human sensibility, 
                  despite the surface beauty. To describe the music as cold or 
                  arid is inadequate: in fact, the human being seems simply absent. 
                  This is pretty much the case here, though there are tantalising 
                  glimpses in the closing moments of both pieces. 
                    
                  There is no electronic element in Jonathan Harvey’s Song 
                  Offerings, despite the composer’s IRCAM experience. It is 
                  a fully notated, short song-cycle for soprano and eight-piece 
                  instrumental ensemble. The words are four love poems by Tagore, 
                  sung in the poet’s own English translation. In the first, the 
                  singer awaits her lover, breathlessly, excitedly trying to fend 
                  off sleep. The second, a rapid, scherzo-like piece, deals with 
                  light and dancing. The third song deals in oblique detail with 
                  the relation between earthly and heavenly love, whilst death 
                  is the surprisingly welcome wedding guest in the final song. 
                  Throughout this short cycle there are moments of remarkable 
                  beauty. The scoring of the first song, and the illustration 
                  of the word “sleep” are two such moments, and the closing passage 
                  of the third song, where the words invoke the notion of “perfect 
                  union” is as beautiful a confection as you will hear anywhere 
                  in modern music. The close of the cycle, too, is a magnificent 
                  piece of aural imagination, and profoundly moving; my only disappointment 
                  is that the composer, rather in step with the times, has the 
                  singer speak a few lines in this song: ineffective and unnecessary. 
                  
                    
                  Song Offerings is, in my opinion, a small masterpiece, 
                  but the work’s difficulty, plus its unconventional forces will 
                  mean that live performances are bound to be rare. Buy this disc, 
                  then; it is worth the expense for this work alone. No praise 
                  is too high for Penelope Walmsley-Clark, whose beautiful voice 
                  soars and leaps in step with the fiendishly difficult, yet superbly 
                  conceived, vocal line the composer has given her. The words 
                  are printed in the booklet, which also features a list of participating 
                  instrumentalists. This is an interesting roll-call: one of the 
                  keyboards in Antara, for example, is played by Pierre-Laurent 
                  Aimard, and the list of viola players includes one Sally Beamish. 
                  Music-making of this quality is not to be found every day, and 
                  the composers will surely have been profoundly grateful to these 
                  players for the confidence and extraordinary skill they brought 
                  to these performances. 
                    
                
William Hedley