As a teenager I was much more impressed by The Battle of 
                  the River Plate than with The Red Shoes. In those 
                  days television regularly showed old black-and-white films on 
                  the three channels then available. Certainly the high-paced 
                  action of John Gregson, Anthony Quayle and Patrick Macnee was 
                  infinitely preferable to Moira Shearer and Leonide Massine in 
                  a movie about ‘ballet.’ As a youngster I wanted 
                  to join the Navy: I never wanted to be a ballet dancer. However, 
                  I must confess that I do not recall the music as being an integral 
                  part of either these films. 
                    
                  Life moves on: I never did join the Navy: however I have come 
                  to enjoy ballet. With the advent of video and DVD it is possible 
                  to watch these two films any time I choose. Ever since discovering 
                  that Alan Rawsthorne wrote the music for The Cruel Sea 
                  I have read the film credits looking to see who the composer 
                  of the score was. As an aside, the number of times British films 
                  involve Muir Mathieson is unbelievable. It was only quite recently 
                  I noticed that Brian Easdale had written the score for The 
                  Red Shoes. 
                    
                  It is no part of a review of film music to discuss the plots 
                  and sub-plots of the film, if for no other reason than many 
                  listeners may not have seen the movie. Plot spoilers are not 
                  helpful. However four things need to be said about the score 
                  to The Red Shoes. 
                    
                  Firstly, this is superb music that should be in the repertoire 
                  of all orchestras alongside British ballet scores by Lord Berners, 
                  Constant Lambert and William Walton. Secondly the score as realised 
                  by John Wilson is actually quite short: some of the individual 
                  elements are between one and two minutes long. Yet there is 
                  a lot of musical activity packed into these nine sections. Thirdly 
                  it is possible to play ‘hunt the influence’ here 
                  to one’s heart’s content. Apart from the three above-mentioned 
                  composers one can detect the sound-world of Arthur Bliss, Maurice 
                  Ravel and Arnold Bax. However this is no criticism. These were 
                  all composers of ballet masterworks and would surely have been 
                  the stylistic model of any composer writing a film score about 
                  a troupe of ballet dancers. 
                    
                  Finally, I have to make the only negative comment about this 
                  entire CD. I wish Easdale had not used the ondes martenot. It 
                  is an instrument that (for me) gives any music a kind of ‘Star 
                  Trek’ feel that is unwarranted. I know that mine will 
                  probably be a minority view on this issue. Yet, it does not 
                  detract too much from what is a sumptuous and well ordered piece 
                  of music. The mood is typically romantic with a sinister undertow. 
                  The orchestration (ondes martenot notwithstanding) is totally 
                  brilliant. 
                    
                  One of my discoveries of 2011 has been the short suite based 
                  on music derived from the film Secrets of Kew Gardens. 
                  This was one of Brian Easdale’s earliest contributions 
                  to the world of film music. This documentary charts the course 
                  of the seasons in the context of the work at the Royal Botanical 
                  Gardens. Philip Lane has taken the original score which was 
                  for chamber ensemble and has slightly expanded the orchestration. 
                  The Suite is in four movements - an Introduction and Allegro, 
                  Spring Flowers, Summer Sequence and a Finale. 
                  
                    
                  The music is extremely attractive albeit short - it all seems 
                  to be over far too soon. Easdale has managed to create an impressionistic 
                  mood that is wholly English - without falling into Delian clichés. 
                  This is especially evident in the shimmering Summer Sequence. 
                  Neither has he succumbed to the temptation of folk-song. This 
                  short suite is a superb standalone miniature that portrays one 
                  of the most magical places in London with equally imaginative 
                  and magical music. 
                    
                  Black Narcissus is not a film I would choose to watch, 
                  although I concede that it was something of a hit when it appeared 
                  on screens in 1947. I guess stories about ‘religious’ 
                  orders in faraway locations struggling with their sexuality 
                  is just not my bag. However the music is a totally different 
                  matter. The present suite has been realised for chorus and orchestra 
                  and presents music taken from a number of key scenes from the 
                  film. Easdale has created an exquisite score that reflects the 
                  vastness and remoteness of the Himalayas where the action is 
                  largely set. However two of the movements are actually flashbacks 
                  to a time before one of the leading protagonists took holy orders. 
                  The choral music in the Irish Song certainly pushes towards 
                  an almost John Tavener-esque sound-world. It is heart-breakingly 
                  beautiful. The interlude depicting Sister Ruth and Mr. Dean 
                  is reflective. I did love the wild Hunting Song which 
                  once again looks back to days spent in Ireland. This is impressive 
                  choral writing of an almost Orffian kind! The final ‘death 
                  scene’ is scary, but ultimately effective music. 
                    
                  Stylistically this music is an Aladdin’s cave of allusion. 
                  The Editor notices Bax, Delius and Ravel. One could add a fair 
                  few more. However, Easdale never writes pastiche or parodies. 
                  Certainly it could have been a dangerous temptation to have 
                  written some tacky music in the style of Albert Ketèlbey’s 
                  In a Monastery Garden or In a Chinese Garden. 
                  For the time it was composed, this was an advanced score: it 
                  well deserves it place on this CD. 
                    
                  Although I accept that the music for The Battle of the River 
                  Plate is not quite as impressive as Walton’s music 
                  for The Battle of Britain, I find something quite dark 
                  and menacing in both the Prelude and the March that is perhaps 
                  less romantically overblown but has a touch of seriousness that 
                  is entirely appropriate to the story the Graf Spee and its scuttling. 
                  Great stuff! 
                    
                  The Suite from Adventure On! is an absolute treat. This 
                  is an impressionistic trip around the world that is both satisfying 
                  and totally evocative of the places visited - without ever becoming 
                  ‘kitsch’. Phillip Lane in the liner-notes likens 
                  this work to Jacques Ibert’s fine orchestral work Escales. 
                  Its origins lay in a musical score for a documentary about Massey 
                  Ferguson tractors. This trade-film naturally showed their machines 
                  in operation in all corners of the world. Easdale recycled some 
                  of this music and created a suite which was subtitled ‘A 
                  musical progress for Sir John Barbirolli and the Halle Orchestra’. 
                  Places taken in on the tour include Africa, Aden, India and 
                  a final progress from Malaya to Fiji. This is a long (20 minutes) 
                  work that at times become almost symphonic in its scale and 
                  scope: the orchestration is vivid and sensitive. All in all, 
                  this is a wonderful discovery. 
                    
                  Perhaps it is better to lay the rather trivial plot of the film 
                  Gone to Earth aside when listening to the suite derived 
                  from the score. This is not always easy music to listen to. 
                  For example The Hunt of the Death Pack is not a bucolic 
                  idyll of huntsmen dressed in pink on a jolly. It is a man or 
                  woman being chased to a literal death. Certainly the choral 
                  writing in this piece at times nods towards a minimalistic mood 
                  which is certainly surprising for a score written in 1950! There 
                  is a little bit of sweetness and light in this music, yet most 
                  of it is deep, profound and troubled. Listening to this suite 
                  makes me wish that Easdale had contributed a symphony to the 
                  repertoire. There is something inherently beautiful (in spite 
                  of its troublesome nature) about much of this music that seems 
                  to defy analysis and probably transcends the film for which 
                  it was originally composed. 
                    
                  Like every other CD in the Chandos 
                  Film Music series, the quality of production is excellent. 
                  The BBC National Orchestra of Wales plays these scores with 
                  huge enthusiasm under conductor Rumon Gamba. The programme notes 
                  are helpful, in spite of some hard-to-read white text superimposed 
                  on grey photographs. However, the selection of historical photographs 
                  of the composer and also a number of stills from the films make 
                  this an attractive all-round production. Finally, all British 
                  music enthusiasts owe a tremendous debt to Philip Lane for his 
                  sterling work in producing performing editions of these film 
                  scores. Without his sheer hard work most of this music would 
                  go unheard, except on rare re-runs of these films on TV or in 
                  DVD players. However, John Wilson must also be congratulated 
                  on preparing the score for The Red Shoes. All in all, 
                  this is a tremendous achievement. 
                    
                  And finally, what of Manchester-born Brian Easdale (1909-1995)? 
                  It would be easy to assume that he was merely a film-music composer. 
                  Yet his catalogue covers a wide range of interesting and tantalising 
                  pieces. There are the three operas, Rapunzel, The 
                  Corn King and The Sleeping Children. Certainly his 
                  orchestral music could make an attractive Dutton Epoch release 
                  and would include Five Pieces for Orchestra, Six Poems and Tone 
                  Poem. And then there is the Concerto Lyrico for piano 
                  and orchestra. There are also chamber works, songs, organ and 
                  piano pieces. Finally, one major desideratum must be the Missa 
                  Coventriensis. 
                    
                  This present excellent CD must surely act as a catalyst for 
                  a deeper exploration of Easdale’s music. 
                    
                  John France  
                see also review by Rob 
                  Barnett and the article by Philip 
                  Scowcroft