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The first volume of 
                Danacord’s Langgaard Violin Sonatas 
                series, reviewed 
                here by me, showed some signs of 
                the stylistic idiosyncrasies by which 
                he has come to be known; by the second 
                volume they are in full flower. That 
                said we begin with the very early 1907 
                Aubade, written when he was 14 and dedicated 
                to his uncle, Axel Gade; it is a charming, 
                wispy piece. There was a long gap between 
                the Second Sonata, recorded on the first 
                volume, and the Third of 1945-49. It 
                was because of his friendship with violinist 
                Haakon Raskmark that the last works 
                for that instrument came into being. 
                The Third is a five-movement work, which 
                seems to mimic the externalities of 
                a suite but evinces the (incomplete) 
                rhetoric of a late Romantic sonata. 
                Thus though we have a language that 
                is essentially Brahmsian in its cast 
                there are bits missing – lack of development 
                sections and a rather strange absence 
                of academic form. The unconventionality 
                of the structure gives rise to tensions 
                between the music’s skeleton and its 
                outward dress. The Espressivo fourth-movement 
                is clean-limbed and attractive in an 
                uncomplicated sort of a way but the 
                very Brahmsian finale – albeit a modified 
                Romanticism – does give rise to awkward 
                doubts as to the suitability of the 
                whole, very personalised schema. 
              
 
              
Following the rather 
                diffuse reinterpretation of a Romantic 
                sonata Langgaard then gives us his appropriately 
                named Short Violin Sonata. This lasts 
                all of three and a half minutes and 
                falls into four clearly defined movements 
                conforming to the basic Allegro-Adagio-Scherzo-Finale 
                type. This eccentric example of stretto 
                compression (complete with repeats!) 
                is perhaps the apex of Langgaard’s violinistic 
                experimentation with conventional arguments 
                placed in absurdist circumstances. 
              
 
              
Sonata No 4 Parce 
                Nobis, Jesu! is once again in five 
                movements and opens with Bachian chorale-like 
                intensity. Here Langgaard throws in 
                a disruptive piano part, constantly 
                threatening to subvert the melodic line. 
                When at last the violin reasserts some 
                measure of direction the piano grudgingly 
                offers a modicum of variably tactful 
                support. Some formidable intensity is 
                generated via double-stopping over clipped 
                piano chords and some real romantic 
                nobility and fervour develops as well. 
                The prayer and the jagged again co-exist 
                in the slow movement whilst of the two 
                successive scherzi the second acts an 
                accelerated pendant to the first (it 
                lasts 37 seconds). The finale shows 
                more of that rather old-fashioned romanticism 
                that critics take to be malign and corrupted 
                – though this movement doesn’t sound 
                like that to me. Écrasez l’infâme 
                (from Voltaire) is suffused with 
                those wildly oppositional pulls that 
                we have seen again ansd again in his 
                music; a Grieg-Brahms axis is broken 
                asunder by piano disjunction and insane 
                violence. Silence looms up and a strange 
                dislocation pervades everything until 
                the final hymn-like tune evolves from 
                the mess and the madness. Which makes 
                the final work on the disc Andante 
                Religioso (originally written for 
                violin and organ) that much more unsettling. 
                One feels Langgaard of all people would 
                hardly go gentle into that good night. 
              
 
              
Production standards 
                have been triumphantly met in this second 
                and final volume; my admiration for 
                the two performers is unaltered. You 
                will find much of this music unsettling 
                for a variety of reasons – puzzlement 
                as to Langgaard’s stylistic "point," 
                flinching at his volatility and juxtaposed 
                violence, and bewilderment at the elements 
                of compression and elongation in his 
                music. That said his is a voice that 
                exerts a worryingly strong pull on me 
                – and maybe on you as well. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf 
                
              
see also review 
                by Rob Barnett