The English composer Margaret Lucy Wilkins is a member 
          of the music staff at Huddersfield University. Not unexpectedly, her 
          music has often appeared at the Huddersfield Contemporary Music Festival, 
          but has also been heard at similar events throughout the western world. 
        
 
        
However you feel about the actual nature of her music, 
          it has to be said straight away that this is a highly impressive issue. 
          The standard of both performance and recording is very high, and there 
          are notable contributions from Barrie Webb, who is the brilliant trombonist 
          in 366" as well as the conductor of two items, and from 
          soprano Alison Wells. 
        
 
        
What of the music? Well, it’s certainly challenging; 
          I have to say that there are moments when I wonder who music like this 
          is for. I mean that seriously, not necessarily as a criticism. Sometimes, 
          as the listener, you feel it is being aimed at you rather than 
          provided for any kind of enjoyment, and I imagine the players may feel 
          at least something of the same sense of embattlement. There is an almost 
          adolescent grumpiness and aggression about some of it, which is tiring, 
          but can be overcome by stretching out one’s listening - not listening 
          to too much at one go. 
        
 
        
Which raises another point; this music surely has a 
          strongly theatrical and therefore visual element, meaning that a CD 
          can only partially convey its essence. Ironically, repertoire like this 
          would best be served by video or DVD, but is just the last kind 
          of thing that recording companies, conscious of rapidly diminishing 
          profit margins, are likely to invest in. But you do need an imaginative 
          response - willingness in this regard to meet the music halfway. There 
          is no denying Wilkins’ imagination for textures, and she has the commitment 
          and ability to see her ideas through – a real composer, there’s no doubt 
          about it, and one with a distinctive voice and personality. 
        
 
        
Musica Angelorum, for string orchestra, is 
          based on the intriguing idea of the sort of music the bands of angels 
          seen in mediaeval paintings might be imagined to be playing. It begins 
          with widely spaced musings on a triad of A major, then diversifies and 
          enriches, seeming to come closer, then move away again, finally disappearing 
          into the ether. My mind came up with a most strange comparison – the 
          Act I Prelude of Wagner’s Lohengrin! The concept is the same 
          though delivered through an entirely different musical vocabulary. 
        
 
        
Struwwelpeter is huge fun – if you like this 
          kind of thing … and I must say I do. It is basically expressionistic 
          in style, with shrieking clarinets and wailing vocal glissandi that 
          bring it close to the world of, for example, Peter Maxwell Davies’ Mad 
          King songs. The verses, translations of German texts by Dr. Heinrich 
          Hoffmann, are delightfully macabre. They deal with the slovenly figure 
          of Struwwelpeter himself; the sinister Cruel Frederick; 
          little Harriet, who sets fire to herself with a box of matches; 
          Augustus, who rejects food and wastes away rapidly; the racist 
          Inky Boys, who attack a ‘black-a-moor’; and finally Flying 
          Robert, who unadvisedly goes out on a stormy day and gets 
          blown away hanging on to his own umbrella! Wonderful stuff, and Wilkins 
          is more than equal to the black humour. I loved the ‘pussy-cats’ who 
          are alarmed at Harriet’s antics with the matches, and the sly references 
          to the Offenbach Barcarolle in the clarinets (these poems are, 
          of course, ‘tales of Hoffmann’, though in her very straight-faced note, 
          the composer ascribes this quotation to a link with the Nazi death-camps). 
          And the depiction of Flying Robert borne aloft with his umbrella, 
          like some horrifically distorted Mary Poppins, is hilariously portrayed 
          by concerted upward glissandi from the three clarinets – most uplifting 
          (sorry). Alison Wells is the highly accomplished soloist. 
        
 
        
Of Burnt Sienna: Etude for String Trio, 
          Wilkins writes, curiously, that "though it is not tonal, it centres 
          around ‘A’". I would ask (politely) how can music be ‘not tonal’ 
          if it has a tonal centre? It may not be ‘in a key’ but that is, to me, 
          a very different matter. Be that as it may, this is another impressive 
          piece, with, to my ears, more than a mere flavour of Bartók in 
          the string textures, and in the sinuous melody for high violin. 
        
 
        
366" is not related in any way to a certain 
          piece by John Cage. It is simply intended to last precisely six minutes 
          and six seconds. (Why? Is there a Satanic connection here?!) Among the 
          works it will inevitably be compared with are Berio’s clown-inspired 
          Sequenza, or Arne Nordheim’s superb Hunting of the Snark. 
          Wilkins’ little work has the same wit and imagination, and is very carefully 
          and convincingly constructed. Barrie Webb gives a stunningly assured 
          performance. 
        
 
        
Finally, the Symphony. This is quite a large-scale 
          structure, with three movements entitled Exposition, Juxtaposition, 
          Opposition. It’s a powerful work, though it does have the problem 
          of much recent music, namely a difficulty getting moving, of acquiring 
          momentum, of becoming really fast. The final section intends 
          to do that, but somehow never does. Textures sometimes recall Messiaen, 
          at other times Ligeti. I am looking forward to hearing it again – it 
          undoubtedly stays in the memory. This is a tribute in itself, when so 
          much contemporary music, full of empty gestures and technical ‘wizardry’ 
          is instantly forgettable. 
        
 
        
It would be wonderful if more British universities 
          had senior music staff writing such intelligent, individual music. My 
          congratulations to everybody who worked on the major project that this 
          recording represents. 
        
 
        
Gwyn Parry-Jones