The Eshpai home was a gathering place for musicians, 
                artists, writers and other intellectuals. It was in this environment 
                that Andrei grew up. In 1928 the family moved to Moscow where 
                his father attended the Conservatory and his mother the Moscow 
                Pedagogical Institute. Soon young Andrei began taking music lessons 
                as well. He studied at Gnessin from 1934 to 1941. He served in 
                the Soviet Army from 1943-1946. He then returned to the Moscow 
                Conservatory where he studied the piano and composition with Miaskovsky 
                and orchestration with Nicolai Rakov. He graduated in 1953 and 
                entered the post-graduate programme with Aram Khachaturian. 
              
 
              
The Circle is a large scale ballet 
                score deploying a kaleidoscope of ill-assorted styles. To enjoy 
                this you need to suspend disbelief and be prepared to ride the 
                roller-coaster. At first we are treated to Karenina-like 
                innocence which melts into the shades of Ravel's La Valse. 
                Then comes what seems to be a pastiche of a flute concerto by 
                Frederick the Great. The next transition jumps fistsful of gears 
                and launches into what sounds like a pastiche hyper-Hollywood 
                score from the 1970s with references to Windmills of the Mind 
                the song from The Thomas Crown Affair. This decays 
                into a rasping and slashing assault at 10.26 - raucous, viciously 
                active and very forwardly recorded. It is as if the composer had 
                shaken the world's styles out of a creative mill and infused each 
                with the neon glare and blare of Soviet triumphalism and the great 
                groan at the end of Bolero. 
              
 
              
Episodes 3 to 6 include bell-like clangs of painful 
                immediacy and thumping rhythmic corrugated attacks familiar from 
                the wild activity of the central movement of Panufnik's Sinfonia 
                Elegiaca. There are some jazzy 'stings' and ratchety maracas 
                at 5.09. This is a recording red in tooth and claw and unafraid 
                of confronting the listener with the full force of yawing and 
                braying brass (9.40). This continues into the next episode with 
                the Rózsa-like braying of cohorts of horns and trombones 
                rising to a racking conflict only terminated by a gong impact. 
              
 
              
Act 1 seems to chart a regression from utopian 
                serenity to the arrival of jazz and of commercial kitsch influences 
                that signal destruction. 
              
 
              
The Second Act opens with flighty magic and childlike 
                innocence similar to the music in Valery Gavrilin's suite A 
                House on the Road and Valentin Silvestrov's dreamy vision 
                in the Fifth Symphony. The innocence is evoked by a toy piano 
                or amplified harpsichord which lends a music box fragility to 
                the scene. This is quickly taken into devilish realms by a solo 
                violin. In Episodes 7-10 innocence is confronted with desolation. 
                A delightful bossa nova (recalling his 1966 Alexandria) 
                appears with prominence for guitar and vibraphone and a lushly 
                treated Caribbean-style melody appears as if John Barry might 
                have shared one of his ideas with Eshpai. The last episodes move 
                from the shivering tension of Shostakovich symphonies 10 and 12 
                in a series of mercurial stylistic swerves - the unabashed juxtaposition 
                of styles. The candle power is turned up, lights cut across the 
                sky and the scene is riven with the triumph of Rózsa's 
                El Cid score mixed with Andrei Petrov's tolling and resounding 
                bells. The flute of loneliness from the starting brings us full 
                circle with the score ending in chanted calmness. 
              
 
              
This is a startling and enigmatic work which 
                may disconcert Western listeners. The popular elements reflect 
                Eshpai’s immersion in mass culture in the 1960s and 1970s with 
                an operetta, a musical and jazz experiments. Emin Khachaturyan 
                directs a far from subtle recording of this far from subtle work 
                in which stylistic gear changes are part and parcel of Eshpai’s 
                instincts and creative force. 
              
Rob Barnett