Try a few bars of this 
                music with your most innocent ear; Mendelssohn, 
                Schumann, Brahms perhaps? All and none, 
                because not a bar of this comes anywhere 
                near those composers. They might have 
                approved of it from their competent 
                students – as student works – but would 
                hardly have admitted it to their own 
                œuvres. 
              
 
              
Something of a surprise, 
                then, that anybody should have bothered 
                to record these works but a bigger shock 
                are the years of composition: 1942 to 
                47. There is nothing on this CD that 
                would have surprised a Viennese salon 
                audience of 1870, except perhaps the 
                complete absence of anything vaguely 
                Wagnerian. There’s no pastiche here, 
                no hint of irony; it simply seems that 
                Franke had to compose, and he really 
                only wanted to compose in the style 
                of the teachers of his own teachers. 
              
 
              
Had the works on this 
                disc turned out to be excellent examples 
                of that style, we might have had a debate 
                on whether such extreme anachronisms 
                have a place, but this is far from being 
                the case. While the processing of the 
                material is competent and the writing 
                idiomatic for the instruments, the basic 
                material, the ideas, are poverty-stricken 
                in the extreme. I can’t recall one memorable 
                phrase on the whole CD. Perhaps, in 
                frustration, I’m exaggerating; the second 
                movement andante of the D major 
                Trio starts sweetly enough. But not 
                much! I really wanted to say to this 
                composer, ‘you’re obviously competent, 
                try a little discord here or there, 
                some harmonic spice’. After all, Franke 
                lived in Darmstadt from 1950 to 1971; 
                although the liner notes say that he 
                was always interested in the work of 
                other composers, we must assume that 
                he did not attend the summer schools 
                where Messiaen, Stockhausen, Boulez 
                et al taught over those very same years. 
              
 
              
I felt a little sad 
                that 90% of Franke’s output (869 works 
                in the catalogue!) was destroyed in 
                the Dresden bombing of February 14, 
                1945 but I don’t think we have missed 
                much. 
              
I should say that the 
                musicians play excellently on a good 
                recording and I look forward to hearing 
                them in music more worthy of their abilities. 
              
Roger Blackburn