I have set out the recorded songs above chronologically 
          and not in the order in which they are recorded because I want the reader 
          to understand that they represent examples of the genre composed by 
          Norgard over almost a forty-year period. He has written songs regularly 
          and consistently throughout his life and his various stylistic changes, 
          which one finds in more public works like the symphonies, are reflected 
          also in these pieces. 
        
 
        
I have always admired Norgard’s First Symphony ‘Sinfonia 
          austera’ of 1955, and whilst assimilating this CD I listened again 
          to that work (Chandos CHAN 9450). Unsentimental, craggy and yes, austere. 
          I was expecting to hear that work reflected in the songs from the early 
          1950s, written when the composer was still a pupil of Vagn Holmboe. 
          I did not listen to this CD in the recorded order but began with the 
          Op.2, settings of Paul la Cour (tracks 6-8). This is tough music just 
          as expected. The excellent CD booklet notes by Ivan Hansen talk of their 
          "autumn-dark" mood, and of "their weighty character". 
          Like other settings in this collection these songs are full of impressions 
          of Jutland with its "resentful rocks, ripped from the bowels of 
          the earth". This granitic music is the Norgard I know, but somehow 
          can’t love. 
        
 
        
I was in for a surprise however with the Op.14 songs. 
          These are scattered around the CD disrupting the moods just in case 
          you felt like playing it right through; something I would not recommend. 
          I can’t imagine that DACAPO really thought that would happen. If the 
          recording had been presented chronologically it would have made more 
          sense. However, these songs are often folk-inspired. The folk influence 
          is betrayed by attractive, memorable tunes, use of modality (even if 
          it is chromatically coloured) and the nature of the chosen texts. A 
          good example is ‘My Leaves, my little tree/Green now, my little tree/ 
          Rock him, you green boughs". This is a poem by Jobs V. Jensen and 
          the song opens the CD. 
        
 
        
At times there is an innocence about these pieces. 
          ‘Dream Songs’ (track 12) begins unaccompanied in the manner of folksong. 
          The entry of the piano adds to the pastoral atmosphere. It comes as 
          quite a surprise to discover that this song is from 1981/7. 
        
 
        
But in fact we have jumped ahead too soon. We should 
          return to the period around 1960 when Norgard started to use serial 
          technique. This was at the time of his last works to be given an opus 
          number: the six songs Op.27. At the time these would have been at the 
          cutting edge of the avant-garde. Not only are they atonal but the piano 
          accompaniments are often pointillistic in the extreme. The baritone 
          is asked to employ parlando, (completely so in Song 1) and sprechgesang 
          in the style of Schoenberg’s ‘Pierrot Lunaire’ and Berg’s ‘Wozzeck’. 
          Curiously enough Lars Thodberg Bertelsen who, up to this point chronologically 
          speaking, has been rather gentle, even under characterising the songs 
          suddenly emerges as a singer-actor with a very fine musicianly grasp 
          of the power of this complex music. These pieces really come alive in 
          a way that the earlier ones did not but how old-fashioned they now seem. 
        
 
        
Norgard created something he called ‘an infinite series’. 
          This helped develop his language still further in the ’sixties and ’seventies, 
          leading us to the song ‘Aret’ (the year) of 1976, completed shortly 
          after the 3rd Symphony. The infinite series basically 
          allows for diatonic as well as chromatic tone rows. This permits the 
          symphony to radiate the general feeling of a tonal core around which 
          a gamut of sounds can operate: harmonics, cluster chords etc. This style 
          is represented in ‘Aret’. 
        
 
        
Norgard moved on from this using tonality in a more 
          original way as in the last songs. These are represented particularly 
          by the ‘3 Magdalene-sange’. These are predominantly slow and deeply 
          expressive. The second one ‘Drommestemmer’ allowing, in its onomatopoeia 
          a long humming note for ‘dromme’ etc. 
        
 
        
The speed of many of the songs is slow or of a medium 
          tempo. This is quite in character with most Scandinavian songs, Sibelius 
          for example and Nystroem. The occasional lighter song like ‘Drommesang’ 
          (track 12), with its unusual phrase lengths and catchy offbeat refrain, 
          makes a very pleasant respite. 
        
 
        
The last song on the CD, ‘Star Mirror’ of 1987, is, 
          in my view, utterly tedious. We hear an uninteresting melody over rather 
          unhelpful harmonies repeated for each of the nine verses. Surely another 
          song from this period might have been chosen. It ends the CD somewhat 
          unfortunately. 
        
 
        
There is no doubt that having Norgard as accompanist 
          is quite an attraction. Surely these are authentic performances, the 
          composer admits as much in his little accompanying comments when he, 
          quite rightly, praises Lars Bertelsen. He is technically on top of everything 
          and is recorded in an ideal balance throughout. 
        
 
        
The jury is still out on Norgard. I wasn’t so impressed 
          with the recent 6th Symphony heard at the Proms, and these 
          songs are a mixed bunch. I can’t say that I go much on his choice of 
          poetry either. A Danish friend of mine read them and agreed that the 
          translations by James Manley were eloquent and poetic but said openly 
          that the poems were all second-rate or worse. Still, second-rate poetry 
          can make first-rate music, and sometimes it almost does. The more I 
          have listened the more I have enjoyed, so I can only say, try it for 
          yourself. 
        
 
        
        
Gary Higginson