Lilburn’s death in June 2001 coincided with the latest recordings 
        of the three symphonies, rightly characterised as the heart of his creative 
        work, and music of the most impressive cast. The First Symphony dates 
        from 1949 and was premiered two years later. If the North Island of New 
        Zealand was his paradisiacal home and his studies with Vaughan Williams 
        gave structure to his symphonic thought, the First is a work that reflects 
        both influences – that of nature and the musical means by which its immensity 
        and beauty can most properly be conveyed symphonically. The result is 
        a symphony of power, mystery, delight, structural sagacity, sure pacing 
        and gathers up its fairly clear lineage – Vaughan Williams himself, Sibelius 
        – into a cohesive narrative. 
         
        
Opening with a trumpet fanfare motto and a sense – 
          ever present in Lilburn - of prescience and anticipation the opening 
          movement passes through reflective stasis, the return of that craggy 
          motto theme and the sense of the immensity of space. The Sibelian analogies 
          are unavoidable I suppose but what is rewarding about Lilburn is his 
          mastery – even in this relatively early work – of symphonic thought, 
          of reiteration, of the use of silence and reflection, of never becoming 
          bogged down. His string writing is variously austere and soaring – or 
          both – and the way in which themes return reinforced, swollen and teeming 
          with new life is especially exciting. At 7’48 sonorous strings and sinuous 
          cor anglais saturate the narrative only to dissolve again; when that 
          trumpet figure returns we sense the length of the distance come. The 
          second movement opens out with stirring violins and brass fanfare responses. 
          The symphonic line of his argument is engineered by myriad little details 
          – quirks of orchestration, extreme attention to single line woodwind, 
          the twisting lines of the strings, the effective and insistent use of 
          brass paragraphal points, all of which convey colour and meaning. The 
          end of the movement is visited by a kind of Tallis theme, modal and 
          becalmed and essentially noble. Over rumbling, ominous lower strings 
          a sense of open air and warm-hearted freedom is gradually generated. 
          Those pervasive fanfares have now mutated and are fulsome and grandly 
          affirmative and grow in amplitude and confidence. At 7’40 a serious, 
          cello resonant theme of mellow beauty courses through the music which 
          rises up to the flourish of a final fanfare of unbridled power. 
        
 
        
The Second Symphony, completed 1951 but only first 
          performed in 1959, is in four movements. Once more Lilburn is expert 
          at conveying a sense of symphonic expectancy – with the rise and fall 
          of the argument flecked and haunted by oboe and horn passages and strings 
          barely concealing their striving for momentum. Some eruptive passages 
          lead a flute solo – static, pregnant with meaning – before the serious 
          sounding trumpet and string peroration moves in a cantilever to include 
          wind and horn reminiscences, internalised and absorbed, in the final 
          page. Lilburn’s music has often been held to be a kind of pictorialism, 
          reflective of the peaks and valleys of New Zealand’s landscape – I’m 
          sure this is so, but what runs through this writing is a superb grip 
          on architecture and a sense of structure and form compelling entirely 
          on its own terms; lovers of Sibelius and Tubin will be welcome in this 
          landscape. The invigorating freshness of the Scherzo reminds me of nothing 
          less than Peggy Glanville-Hick’s Etruscan Concerto – herself another 
          Vaughan Williams pupil - the same exultant prairie freedom runs through 
          it though not one quite as ebullient as the Australian composer’s. Nevertheless 
          nimble and quick witted strings scintillate and the rather American 
          sounding writing is cut short at 3’02 by the central panel of the movement, 
          a long breathed, "long bow" melody with decorative roulades 
          pirouetting around it. A magnificent, life affirming and joyful movement 
          – stop whatever you are doing and listen to it now. In contrast the 
          slow movement is eloquent and unselfconscious, again long breathed but 
          this time a little pertinently aloof. The Finale is fresh and melodically 
          attractive with punchy trumpets, sylvan flutes, stern lower brass and 
          rather philosophical-reflective strings which leads to some fugal writing 
          but ends in torrents of almost ecstatic simplicity and lyricism. 
        
 
        
The Third of Lilburn’s symphonies is a one-movement 
          fifteen-minute work composed in 1961, premiered the following year and 
          first recorded in 1968. In five connected episodes this is a tense, 
          complex, avowedly modern work with much use of entwined wind and brass 
          blocks. After 6’55 brass fanfares – a distinctive feature of Lilburn’s 
          writing whatever the stylistic imperatives – and scurrying strings create 
          a sense of imminence, immediately undercut by the bassoon and by a sense 
          of dissipated momentum. Lilburn’s adoption of a highly personalised 
          use of serial technique never subordinates the orchestral material; 
          his recognisable traits are ever present though suitably condensed here. 
          The fourth episode in which the solo trumpet leads on to an ominous 
          build up of material – laconically noted by Lilburn as "concerned 
          with some dialogue for brass" – is impressive not least for its 
          superb handling of short motifs and blocks of material. The "fragmented 
          coda" that Lilburn notes is a species of analytic terseness and 
          ends the symphony on a note of ambiguity and unresolved complexity. 
          This is a work that demands concentrated and repeated hearing; it wears 
          its learning lightly but presents a carapace that is sometimes forbidding 
          and stern. 
        
 
        
These works have been recorded before. With the same 
          orchestra John Hopkins has recorded all three (Continuum CCD1069), Ashley 
          Keenan recorded No 2 in 1975 – coupled with Hopkins’ First and Third 
          (it was Hopkins who was both dedicatee of the Third and who first recorded 
          it). Doubtless others are around but this new set, with the impressive 
          James Judd is a major achievement in its own right. The New Zealand 
          Symphony Orchestra play with sensitivity, judicious weight and technical 
          expertise and Judd is an affectionate and strongly engaged Lilburn conductor. 
          Tremendous sound as well – an excellent disc in every way and a first 
          port of call for those who want to get to know these splendid symphonies. 
        
 
         
        
Jonathan Woolf 
        
Information received
        
Mr Woolf claims that Douglas 
          Lilburn's Second Symphony was not given its 
          first performance until 1959, although written 
          in 1951. This refers only to *concert* performances, 
          but it was given at least three broadcast 
          performances before then:
          The first performance was given by the NZBCSO 
          under Warwick Braithwaite in December 1953 
          (YC network). The second performance was by 
          my late husband Georg Tintner, with the NZBCSO, 
          broadcast on 14 December 1954. He also gave 
          the first Australian performance of the work 
          with the Sydney Symphony Orchestra in a broadcast 
          on 7 April 1955.
          A tape of the Braithwaite performance is held 
          at Radio New Zealand Archives, as is a tape 
          of a performance my husband conducted, which 
          is undated; it could be either the 1954 broadcast 
          or the broadcast (with NZBCSO) of 16 August 
          1964.
          Tanya Tintner 
        
Also see review 
          by Neil Horner