Commissioned by the 
                NYPO to mark the first anniversary of 
                the World Trade Centre attacks, On 
                The Transmigration of Souls is a 
                twenty-five minute work, the significance 
                and context of which have been well 
                explored elsewhere. I know that Ives 
                has been cited as an important influence 
                – specifically The Unanswered Question, 
                which is here evoked by the trumpet 
                lines that appear at the beginning and 
                toward the end of the work. But perhaps 
                it’s Reich’s Different Trains 
                that is as apt a piece to consider in 
                its summoning up of voices and fragments 
                that generate their intensity through 
                repetition and use of the seemingly 
                quotidian. 
              
 
              
The repetition of Missing 
                and the repeated use of individual names, 
                tape overlapped, co-exists with the 
                chorus’ initially mystic sounding lines. 
                The massing of layered sounds, of footsteps 
                on pavements, of the hieratic questing 
                trumpet set up the tensions that impact 
                in the first outburst at 11.20. It’s 
                after the choir repeats know where 
                he is that the baleful, braying 
                brass and constant orchestral ostinati 
                animate scurrying wind-like turbulence, 
                the metallic hammers and eerie sonorities 
                that glisten. Eventually consoling string 
                lines appear and the words I hear 
                water – a single voice, to the sound 
                of the wash of the sea and the redemption 
                of Love. That is at least something 
                of what, in plain language, you will 
                hear. 
              
 
              
As a response to tragedy 
                it strives to maintain a balance between 
                a sense of numbed loss and of redemptive 
                promise. To this end the performance 
                is scrupulously well prepared and sumptuously 
                recorded. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf 
                 
              
see also reviews 
                by Neil 
                Horner (Recording of the Month) 
                and John 
                Quinn