Benjamin Frankel has at last been artistically and 
          critically rehabilitated, virtually single handedly, by the sterling 
          work of German record label Classic Produktion Osnabrück and the 
          Australian Broadcasting Corporation. Apart from the publicity generated 
          by Ken Russell's not so recent Classic Widows feature (the soundtrack 
          on Chandos is highly recommended), Frankel's posthumous reputation, 
          until CPO took up his cause, had seemed to lie almost exclusively with 
          his, admittedly classic, film scores (Battle of the Bulge etc.). 
          Now, with a significant body of work available on CD, he takes his place 
          within what I would regard as the long overdue acceptance/appraisal 
          of a "third stream" of 20th century British classical music, 
          alongside, for example, Humphrey Searle (also being recorded by CPO), 
          Bernard Stevens, and, more recently, Alun Hoddinott. Without, hopefully, 
          resorting to cliché and gross generalisation, it seems reasonable 
          to suggest that there was a substantial group of composers who shared 
          little in common with either the received nostalgic tradition embodied 
          by Elgar or the mature Walton and Bliss(?) or the folk/pastoral idylls 
          encountered in Vaughan Williams, Finzi and Moeran. The music of many 
          of these second Viennese school inspired figures has remained, until 
          very recently, obscure, neglected and poorly regarded. Searle's works 
          were once (unjustifiably and certainly unhelpfully) described as being 
          "like listening to the music from Star Wars played backwards 
          through a washing machine". The critical tide has changed in recent 
          years though and the most recent Penguin Guide praises Hoddinott for 
          using serial techniques as "a spur rather than a crutch" and for his 
          "allegiance to tonal centres". Both these comments are equally applicable 
          to Frankel and are not a bad starting point for an appreciation of his 
          muse. 
        
 
        
Readers who have been directed to Frankel by Rob Barnett's 
          recent surveys for Musicweb of the complete symphonies and string quartets 
          may be gratified to know that there is indeed more of his music available 
          from the same high quality source. Both the discs reviewed here have 
          been around for a while but are both stunning testaments, in their different 
          ways, to the neglected genius of Benjamin Frankel. 
        
 
        
The solid black booklet cover and the subtitle of the 
          Violin Concerto may not bode well on the face of it but this 
          disc is absolutely not one concerned with unmitigated sorrowing. In 
          fact, Frankel does the "memory of the six million" proud by producing 
          a work of defiant, scurrying but lyrical energy. Only in the slow movement, 
          would anyone guess the possible subject matter that inspired this piece. 
          Despite the fact that this is pre- fully "serialised" Frankel, the most 
          obvious reference piece is Berg's marvellous concerto. Frankel's is, 
          surprisingly, less elegiac but no less moving or eloquent and comparison 
          with the Berg or indeed the much more popular equivalent pieces of Britten 
          or Walton does him no disservice. 
        
 
        
The Viola Concerto, in itself a member of a 
          relatively rare breed, is later and from Frankel's overtly serial period 
          but, true to form, he confounds expectation by introducing it with a 
          long, complex but non-serial movement. The whole piece is, if anything, 
          more lyrical (an overused but defining term for Frankel's music!) and, 
          surprisingly, more emotional than the Violin Concerto and is 
          a wonderful, and often beautiful advert for an often overlooked instrument, 
          the composer and without question the performer. 
        
 
        
The disc is completed with a lighter concertante work 
          (but ironically also the most "serial" on the disc) which touches on 
          Frankel's jazz band past, playing with, for instance, Henry Hall (of 
          Teddy Bears Picnic and VW Partita fame!), and ends the 
          proceedings on a definite upbeat, although the CD as a whole is hardly 
          the morbid wallow the uninitiated might have expected. These ears found 
          it a much easier proposition than, say, the late, also "serial" works 
          of such popular figures as Copland or Stravinsky. 
        
 
        
The disc of clarinet based chamber ensembles offers 
          music of great distinction. The Quintet, written for Thea King 
          and previously recorded on a mixed composer Hyperion disc, has been 
          described as a masterpiece. I would not tend to disagree with that assertion 
          although, despite its undoubted lyricism (there I go again!) and deft 
          construction, it would be disingenuous to imply that it is in some way 
          "easy listening" or even as immediately accessible as, say, the equivalent 
          pieces of Brahms, Howells or Bliss. The earlier Trio is also 
          vintage Frankel, pre-serial, of course, here but profoundly melodic 
          (like everything on this disc and fully supportive of his view that 
          "Melody is the ineluctable stuff out of which music is constructed". 
          The two short sequences of pezzi that follow reveal some memorable 
          tunes and are beautifully put together, whereas the Early Morning 
          Music is a humorous, "pop" inflected, and very enjoyable throwaway 
          end to a great disc. 
        
 
        
All the CPO Frankel discs are beautifully played and 
          recorded, cover art is well chosen and the booklet notes, by the very 
          knowledgeable Buxton Orr (himself a composer who died several years 
          ago) and E.D. Kennaway, are exhaustive and most clearly a real labour 
          of love. What are you waiting for? Go and sample as a matter of urgency. 
          A composer for whom exposure to Delius and Bartók represented 
          a turning point is clearly someone out of the ordinary. Why then be 
          surprised at a tonal serialist for whom melody was the thing? 
        
 
        
        
Neil Horner